Tuesday, April 4, 2017


Deception is a vicious beast
Who creeps and lurks behind the door
Or drips like water from the eaves
And slicks the surface of the floor

And if you turn your face away
He rakes his icy claws across
The tender flesh of innocence
Which rent asunder, then is lost

To lie and seek the truth are both
Conditions of the human mind
And what we choose to manifest
Determines how we are defined

Deception seeps in like a fog
Enveloping within its wake
The final vestiges of truth
And leaves your empty heart to break.

Alison Day