Dying Spirits

Tell me a lie.

Anything.

Something that makes the truth seem like a distant memory,

Forgotten long into the past of suppressed memories and dying dreams.

 

 

Tell me a lie,

That sews a smile onto my face,

And paints my heart with the interminable rays of the sun.

 

Tell me a lie,

That makes up for the all the abuse you spat at me,

The endless sea of words that caught in your throat like black tar

That made you cough and sputter on your own cruelty.

 

Tell me a lie

To remember you by.

Something to end this eternal sorrow

That you left my wounded heart with.

 

Because I don’t think I can handle the brutal truth

That will be engraved in my brain

And torture my soul while it screams pitiful cries of mercy

 

Tell me a lie

To forget you by

And help mend my dying spirits.

 

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

i believe everyone needs lies otherwise life would be completely unbearable. sometimes we even have to tell ourselves our own lies to face another day. sometimes having the one you loved tell you lies would help ease the pain. excellent poem.

[Alia ZJ.]

Sagacity reflects through the depths. As they say 'Ignorance is a bliss at times' and 'Not every truth is joyful'; your poem fits in quite nicely with these tag-lines. I liked the way you had an asymmetric touch to the verses. A job well done! :)