Well Poisoned
How dare one drink from the rancor well, potent poisons of hopeless lies you tell? So foul sweetly sordid, unsavory stench, No soul could ever hope to acquire to quench the thirst for truth denied this brew That casts its cruelty whisper across a shaded sun, eclipses life's effulgence from darkened everyone. Who dares well-dip to simply sip from tenderness starved and parched lips, Perceptions of bold tall tales told as perceived ills neither be they farce, nor are they mercifully real? The toxic twist of truth that soaks into the throat of prayers that choke upon half-thoughts of hateful lies, parade in love's most pomp and masked disguise. Each drop of deception that they secretly hide pools puddles welling wearily in tearless eyes yet cares merely enough to meagerly stare at a reflection of some soul sincere intently eager to impair. An arid desert dryness that none ...