Melvina Germain

Gold Star - 25,215 Points (Sydney, Nova Scotia)

Father Of Falsehood - Poem by Melvina Germain

Once again the red evil fire burned my belly raw.
After a celebration for no one, danced a jig within
my brain. I dove into my mind like the funneling
winds, hurling sticks and stones against blocked
membranes bouncing back lying still, never to be
discovered by outsiders.

Oh yes, trapped in the subconscious state of
euphoric capitalism, lying to myself for nothing is
mine. False happiness exudes me, pretentious
sinner, thief in the night and day.

Wrapped in a dismal veil of emptiness, I ponder
promises made, never to come true for my word
was nothing more than a bottomless glass leaking
catastrophic trauma over a country standing still.

Promised leaders of gold turned to nickles and
dimes. The fog hovered over cities, extending
it's mist like fingers around a multicultural forest of
innocent beings afraid to spread the word.

As these feathered beings display their lack of
fortitude standing in silence, the floor falls
beneath them and I render myself drowned in
alcohol soup.

There will be no kingdom, no place left to lead.
The cannons will strike and all who hold their
post will die. This ending had no true beginning,

for the beginning was a massive lie.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Dec.4/2011

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Prose Poem


Comments about Father Of Falsehood by Melvina Germain

  • (10/29/2015 12:49:00 AM)


    there is still hope if you can see through their lies
    thanks Melvina.10
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