The end of my rope

A selfish pact, deceit in fact is a cowardly act

Strand by strand it weaves a band that entangles foot and hand

With each lie, the harder I try, the tighter the knot I tie

No end to be found, once one is bound, these cords can never be unwound

Each lie pled, a ghost of the dead, whose haunting coils can not be shed

I continue to grope, but I have no hope to remove this suicidal rope

When a tongue is loose, there is no use, it forms a hangman’s noose

My face turned red, honor a shred, my character dangling dead

Don’t be misled, a lie once said, may leave you hanging by a thread

Reviews

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

Wow, deep and emotional, like the rhyme scheme a lot

[Chris Shaw]

Nicely metered and rhymed. I liked the internal rhyme too. A nice composition enjoyed very much.

Only criticism, the style of font. That's because my eyesight could be better. I struggled. Pleased to meet you.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much for reviewing my poem. I appreciate your comments

[Gideon X. A. Elson]

A very eloquent way to warn one to mind his words, lest they come back to haunt them. Nicely done my friend I don't think I could write in the rhyme scheme you've used here.