The Lie

You turn your head
Your blood-red eyes to me
And speak
Your tone is low
You almost glow it seems
Yet weak
Your time to come
A different drum I see
We stray
I feel the fear
It’s creeping near to me
This day
You turn your head
Your blood-red eyes to me
And cry
Of how you’ve bled
These words you’ve said are free
But lie

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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9 Responses to The Lie

  1. A pondering verse. The words are free but lie. Heavy

  2. Sarah Elizabeth Lane says:

    Oh, I just relish your poems.

  3. What a thought flow! Its beautiful to see words flowing literally from a bowl of emotions covered with nostalgia! Beautiful words…. :’)

  4. Skye says:

    So very emotive, Sis…..well done!! 🙂 xxxx

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