The Beautiful Lie

Youth, my beautiful lie

Forever weaving falsehood’s web

Adding more threads as the years slip by

To cover the frays

Begun by Time

For the work is too delicate to patch.

 

Death, my painful truth,

You watch my futile fiction grow

Waiting till you can cut

The tapestry from the loom

Your scythe sharpened,

Waiting,

To bring me into veracity.  

Reviews

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that youth (or even life) is an outright lie - as opposed to the usual 'illusion' - is an interesting take on things...

my personal beliefs compell me to disagree, BUT, i happen to think this is a noteworthy piece of writing, and i think you done well.

thanks for sharing.

[Elaenor Aisling]

Thanks! I don't think youth is an outright lie, but the idea that we can have it forever is a falsehood. We were all young once, but death will come after it, something we don't like to think about when we're young.

[Elaenor Aisling]

Very well said, it's the circle of life, and we see it turning, each day we grow older... your words always have a magical touch.

E.L.

[Elaenor Aisling]

Thank you! :)

[Tate Morgan]

Ouch the older i get the more i feel death his mand on my shoulder pretending to be my friend