The lie lies
So still
It doesn't grow
It needs no food
Yet some that fall
Within the lie's shadow
Become
Pale as shadows
So still
The lie lies
The lie weighs heavy
~KGM 7-2021
I began writing poems in third grade. During adolescence I wrote the bulk of my words. Expressing that urge to be understood or maybe trying to understand my own feelings. I haven't written much in the past 15 years, but I need to thank my HS English teacher for continuing as long as I did. Thanks Mr. Jim Springer!