Rumor Mill

[Pendragon]

Rumor Mill

People lie—
Trying to paint with words
What they expect you to believe…

People lie—
Their words rain down endlessly
Cold snow settles on the heart…

People lie—
The agonizing pain as they
Exsanguinate your soul…

People lie—
Frigid comfort that burns like coals
In the reaches of the mind…

Search the whole world over
And it is certain you will find—
People lie
Yeah, people lie…

Pendragon
© Sunday, October 25, 2009

[Delta40]

your poetry invokes a sense of woe and betrayal through the lies of others.

[paperleaves]

I really like this, Pendragon. It is an unfortunate truth that you spell beautifully.