Teardrops fall like mirrors from
my eyes
Like panes of glass
They fall with reflections of my
life
Sliding down my cheeks
One after the other after the
other
Turning off what you internalize
sometimes proves difficult
For what you’ve soaked in
Was
The day before, a flood of drowning
proportions
A cesspool of lies
Pushing relentlessly against a
lonely levy of truth
One, by one, by one
The lies gather
Till the levy can’t hold any more
Spider cracks
Fine as Asian silk begin to form on
its wall
Then the drips of untruths seep
through
Drip, by drip, by drip
They fall, fall, fall
Then comes the moans
Cries from the other side
Whispers from the other side
Reassurances that all is better
than ever
Little lies turn to fire-breathing
dragons
Impossible to believe
The lies will flow from their
mouths
Worthless words you want to
believe
‘Cause they sound better than the
truth
This poem is from my book : Petals Falling
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