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Living Lies like the Truth
Bent on raw, bloody knees
let me confess to all the truth
of my instinctive deceptions
multiplying with every breath
Forgive me my trespass each moment
of lying to the truths of my soul
Placating myself with anesthetics
smothering, deadening, silencing
Hush, sweet soul mine, it’s not yet time
to show the world our constant penitence
No one cares to see our unhealed wounds
so we pretend we weep for joy and smile
One day, we will be free to beg the angels
to take us away, eternal soul forever free
Until that day, I remain prostate, praying
and by some miracle keeping me alive
let me confess to all the truth
of my instinctive deceptions
multiplying with every breath
Forgive me my trespass each moment
of lying to the truths of my soul
Placating myself with anesthetics
smothering, deadening, silencing
Hush, sweet soul mine, it’s not yet time
to show the world our constant penitence
No one cares to see our unhealed wounds
so we pretend we weep for joy and smile
One day, we will be free to beg the angels
to take us away, eternal soul forever free
Until that day, I remain prostate, praying
and by some miracle keeping me alive
Published 8th Nov 2021
| Edited 19th Jan 2023
Author's Note
A lot of bits and pieces that were in the air that came together into this piece. Also for the competition 'tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies'.
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"let me confess to all the truth
of my instinctive deceptions
multiplying with every breath"
This excellent bit stood out to me the most because I can easily associate it with pathological liars who keep digging themselves deeper into a hole with every lie on the fly.
It's almost like a serial killer who, instead of just burying a body or dumping it in a river, feels compelled to dismember it and hide the parts in multiple locations - therefore creating wayyyyyyy more evidence everywhere than necessary.
"One day, we will be free to beg the angels
to take us away, pleading to let us leave"
This bit I do feel somewhat repeats itself..?
"Until that day, I remain prostate, praying
and by some miracle keeping me alive"
Those final two lines are brilliant in inferring that the narrator has been spared the very death(s) that in theory would be liberating.
of my instinctive deceptions
multiplying with every breath"
This excellent bit stood out to me the most because I can easily associate it with pathological liars who keep digging themselves deeper into a hole with every lie on the fly.
It's almost like a serial killer who, instead of just burying a body or dumping it in a river, feels compelled to dismember it and hide the parts in multiple locations - therefore creating wayyyyyyy more evidence everywhere than necessary.
"One day, we will be free to beg the angels
to take us away, pleading to let us leave"
This bit I do feel somewhat repeats itself..?
"Until that day, I remain prostate, praying
and by some miracle keeping me alive"
Those final two lines are brilliant in inferring that the narrator has been spared the very death(s) that in theory would be liberating.
5th Jan 2022 10:13pm
First of all, thank you so much for taking the time to give this your attention. With how my life goes and how I am here, there and everywhere, the fact someone took time to look at the work means more than I can express.
I can completely see were that couplet is a bit repetitive. I'll let it percolate and take a peek at that later.
Thank you again :)
Inecho
I can completely see were that couplet is a bit repetitive. I'll let it percolate and take a peek at that later.
Thank you again :)
Inecho
14th Mar 2023 10:12am
Your poem spoke deeply to me. Well done. I do at times feel " no one cares to see our unhealed wounds".
