Lies
Lies
Are locked in a trunk
At the bottom of the sea
For no one to find.
They eat away at me
And want to escape,
But fear and guilt stand in
the way-
Someone else's anger
Someone else's pain.
The lies are seeping out.
You can see them in the rain,
Smell them, feel them
Embrace the truth.
The whole world knows now,
There's no one else
to blame.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Tue 25th Aug 2009 17:46
Welcome to WOL, Mr Thomas. A very thought-provoking first posting - as the whole issue of lies always is. Very interesting association of the ocean and the rain, the inevitable water cycle: nothing is ever lost.