#PoAttic4
#Lies
A streak of grey across a blue sky
Does not make it grey.
Or so I say.
Huddled amidst a million dreams
Lies a heart that yearns
And fails again and again.
Can a little twist
Distort what is?
A word added here
And another subtracted,
Would barely make a difference.
Or so I tell myself.
Desires have crystallized
Into little sparkling pieces
That glitter in the dark –
Taunting me.
A few lies here and there
Are all it took :
And yet they gnaw at
The walls of my soul,
Slowly scraping away each layer.
My pillows lie limp
And the nights cave in,
Drowning the songs of celebration.
A streak of grey across a blue sky
Does not make it grey,
I tell myself.
My laughter mocks me, yet again.
A lie can be nothing else.
Image : Unsplash – Bad taste
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