Head down, underconfident eyes,

Mouth sealed due to the fear

Of uttering more fake replies,

Mind that was once honest

Had made room for pests,

His falsehood made him

Gain none and lose a few,

The only few whom he knew.

 

Some devastating ones,

While some were white,

Some gave him peace,

While some kept him up

During the long nights.

He walks past my home

Now and then,

It seems like he

Wants to make changes,

But doesn’t know when.

 

It’s hard, nearly impossible,

But he shows repentance;

He is willing to try

To restart and regain

What continuously declined,

I’m assuming that

The keeper of lies is

Tired of being cautious

All the time.