Wednesday, December 14, 2022

Poem I wrote

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EVENTUALLY


Even as the wrong is committed 


The lie forms in the mind of the wrongdoer


To give a credible explanation or excuse


Both to others and to their inner secret self where they live


Hopefully fooling everyone, especially themselves


The lie is repeated and embellished


Over and over


In the wrongdoer's mind


Polished like a cheap dimestore diamond


Until the gleaming lie hypnotizes and blinds


Their mind to the honest real naked truth


But 


Truth never dies, it never changes


It is the most radiant and hardest jewel 


That outshines and outlasts even the finest lie


One day truth will reappear, reveal itself


Maybe not to everyone else, but certainly to the liar


Who never really really believed it


Deep down inside


Where it mattered the most


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