It’s getting difficult 

To keep up a silent facade

The thoughts are thumping

Unbolting the bars 

Making their way  

To the carte blanche

Soon you shall see

A panoply of scars 


Oh, deceit


The fragility of the rope

On which your existence dangles

Forces you into thinking 

About the quivering ripples

That will surge through your soul

If the knots of lies and lust unravel

And break the tethering force of your sophistry.

Leaving you exposed,

To uncover raw emotions 

The shock, the hurt, the damage you caused 

You know you’d want to trace your steps back

Erase the deceit and start over

But you’re also familiar

With the intensity of your cowardliness  

The shackles of which you can’t break through

So you move forward, not turning around

Carry on with the chicanery

And find another soul, but with a pure heart

On which you can land 

when the strands of your rope cut off