If I Lied Poem by Marcel Tourdot

On nights that life seemed merciless and cruelty stood beside.
The spirits flowing in my heart escaped through blurry eyes.
A peaceful sea has raged to life with madness on her mind.
I do not know if I can stand the storm that threatens now to rise.
Just like a child awakened to the flashing of the night,
so suddenly she finds.
A soul that’s caught between two worlds the one of dark, the one of light.
A choice is made and resonates like thunder breaking in the sky.
How could you ever look at me if I confessed it’s all a lie?

In disbelief at life’s surprise. Denial does now twist the truth and separates the honest words from lies.
An act of preservation and a mechanism to try and cope.
An insufficient bandage over deeply wounded shattered hopes.
And with the fast approaching dawn lies looming loss a dying song.
The mounting darkness clouded grey and rising in the skies.
It asks of both now you and I.
This simple rhyming phrase,
Would you forgive me If I told you that it’s all a wicked lied?