November 20, 2005
The truth was poison,
Bitter to the tongue,
toxic and hard to swallow.
So you lied.
Your lies borrowed from the pleasant,
From all that was tender to eyes and ears
To hide an acrid truth
And embrace deceit.
The lies, each ember of untruth, became your fantasy
To hide us from reality
You wrote fables of deception to comfort,
Each lie was a shield,
To fight the sword that was true
But I knew...
The lucidity in truth
In truth there was no pleasance, no fantasy
Truth held no comfort.
Bitterness was bona fide,
Something no shield could fight.
I knew, but still, I drank your lies...
I swallowed the toxins of untruth
To save you from a venomous truth:
The truth that I knew
The truth that long ago I swallowed what was true,
before your lies swallowed me.