Falsehood

We're given a lot of information in our lifetimes and it is often conflicting. I wrote this in an attempt to discuss the way Western society has constructed itself as a culture that enforces negatives

From the lips of a liar

Spilled stories spun of the finest web

Complex and interweaving

Brilliant in imagination

Near perfection in execution

Each thread intuitively designed

Used to bind the ears

 

A smooth voice feeds them deceits

The world is theirs for the taking

With keys to the kingdom

In that belief they become locked

Struggling to make something of themselves.

Thrashing; their resistance only binds them tighter

Each one an heir to glittering fictions.

 

Caught up in unseen strings

Strung up by the puppet master

Dancing to their pull.

Twisted and turned

Wrapping themselves tightly           

Till the prospect of hope fails

 

The web of a master tactician

Chokes them; silencing any outcry

Strands constrict and pull

They are encompassed and cocooned

 

Anansi

Watches but a moment,

As their eyes beg mercy.

Before injecting them with venom

Destroying their already broken bodies with toxins

Used to burn and strip away worn out flesh

Tissues dissolve till there’s just a liquid mess

 

Ooze that greases the spider’s web

Giving it that luminous glow

The one that drew them in

The hopes and dreams of others

Painted for all to see

With a muddled mixture of the broken dead

Author's Note

Tell me what you think, i'm excited to see how this poem is received.

Reviews

[Riley]

I greatly appreciate the ethos behind the ethos in this writing.