Lie In Wait © Poem by Roann Mendriq

How sad and utterly ironic,
that words confided in deep trust;
are twisted to be vile and sick,
reviled with venom and disgust.

How twisted can the truth be?
with vengeance as its veil;
Must silence be the only key,
for denial to flounder, fail?

How very wrong and so unjust,
that a heartfelt fervent plea;
is abused to sow and feed mistrust,
on which we disagree.

But so it is, and it is fate,
that truth must simply lie in wait.