Theresa Ann Moore
One Lie - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
It all began with one lie
It wasn't that difficult...
To question authenticity
would be an insult
Becoming a master
of deception and falsification...
Soon the ingenious pretense
took over… leading to frustration
What once was a clever strategy
now has control of the situation
The truth is barely recognizable...
each day swells with desperation
Lying can't change the facts…
in time it becomes a bed of nails
It all stops with the realization
that the truth eventually prevails
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