your lies
here i stand.
bare feet on the land,
staring up at the moon,
inevitably thinking about my tomb.
why do i feel such desperation to do my best?
why does it feel like a rhinoceros is sitting on my chest?
the life begins to drain from my eyes
as i continue to listen to your lies.
i wonder if maybe it was something i did,
or if i should have just ran away and hid.
but no matter what led to this moment in time,
the way you made me feel, ultimately felt like a crime.
Featured Image: “Golden Moon” by Gertrud K. is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0.
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