Liar
By Paul B
"I'm tired," he said, "I'm tired of the lies I tell" "Enough of this world in which I dwell" "I'm lost, searching for my soul" "For reason that can make me whole." He lay in his glass Watching the swell, making it last. He was emptied, spent and hurt. A walking wounded. Dead in the core of his worth. "I lied to my friends" "I lied to myself" "I lived a lie so complete" "That I was left on a shelf" "A frightened me, stripped and bare." He ordered another. A fresh glass and a bowl of nuts. Robbed of all humanity He felt like a brother. Just a shell, a story. "I am dirty" he said "Grime ingrained to the roots of my head." "I feel like a mental whore" "A mirror for what you need." "A festering and open sore" You had to cry as you watched this man Ruined from the inside out. Unable to do what you can Love unabashed And smile in the face of man. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 08:30 AM PST 0 • 1
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