Here's a poem about the sometimes elusive nature of truth from my 2016 collection, Breadcrumbs.
Variations
on the Theme of Truth
in
thirteen languages
each
one a lie
You
force me to lie
by
not making it easy
to
tell the truth
My
lies
are
the questions
you
don’t ask
I
tell you
what
you want to hear
I
kill you with kindness
Nobody
lies
more
than you do
to
yourself
My
lies are truth, my truth
the
only thing that matters
is
that you believe me
Truth
is, I never lie
I’d
say I’m sorry
but
I’m not
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