Liar, Liar, Pyre on Fire
A Poem
You keep some strange company
In this late night haunt of yours
And in the room’s dim lighting
Your features begin shifting
You’re just a face in the crowd
A crowd of carbon-copies
All consuming the same cons
In this den of self-deceit
Are you aware that it’s black?
The liquid you're throwing back
It’s staining your lips and tongue
But you couldn’t have known that
Since you’ve stabbed out your own eyes
I recall they were once green
Do you remember daylight?
No, you’ve forsaken the sun.
Did you choke on the first lie?
Or did it go down easy?
At what point did you begin
To regurgitate the words?
Was it before or after
You enslaved your heart and mind
To the hoax they all worship?
You slide a glass down the bar
As the torch bearers gather
Expectation presses in
With an unspoken promise
In one way we are alike
Misplacing some of our trust
But you’ll see in what comes next
We are very different
For if these are my choices
Drink the draught of delusion
Or march the path to the pyre
I guess I’m ready to burn
About the Creator
D.K. Shepard
Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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