Lies Poem by Flavia Richardson

In the misty night
I can hear your lies
Your pain and despair

Fists banging down the table
Passion pouring from your eyes
Dripping unto your shirt

Head, palms and agony
Torturing power of creation
Fingers burning the keyboard

Fists cracking
Capers crunching
Documents gathered

Pens exploding
Ink jetting
Paint bursting
Pencils chanting
Printers printing

Testimonies circulated
In the misty night

I can hear your lies
Though I cannot feel any pain