Half Truths & Utter Lies

Written during 8th grade.

Walking,

footprints embedded in the mud.

Feeling like a misty rain,

like the one that falls down.

With a sad song on my mind,

trying to pass some time.

Waiting

for a voice to guide me,

instead of pointing out the obvious,

the truth hidden too deep.

And they just don't know,

the inscriptions in my mind.

My life,

I made it out of half-truths

and utter lies.

A shallow layer

of faithfulness,

covering the mess.

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

I really liked this and the imagery was great. Feeling like an element, that gives so much feeling to the poem. A Great write.


Brette