every lie dies

every lie dies

every lie dies
a slow death
maybe so slow
you don't stick around
for the coup de grace
but it dies
on its knees
begging forgiveness
from a universe
that has had enough
and only wants order
and the peace that comes
from the laying down
a burden it never
should have been given
life is not
perspective
illusion
agenda
but a bright mirror
eventually
exposing all things
to the light
balancing
the malice
and the cowardice
that created the smoke.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved