How long must I beg?
And degrade myself
Like this?
How long must I cry?
For you to feel
My sorrow?
How loud must I yell?
For you to hear
My words?
So fallen on my knees I am
The lie I see
So clearly now
Yet still it calls,
Still so alluring,
The lies bring comfort
To aching hearts
The lies they sting,
wrap around
our bones,
Entangle us
In a false sense
Of safe
Then we are jolted
From our senses
Our souls they see
The truth again
But so painful it is
To see our own lies
So we fall
Again
Back to our cages
find comfort
in knowing
That you are
Being lied to.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PuisiNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
