Corruption

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Corruption, Lies, poetry, spiritual, Verse, Writing

In rooms were whispers weave and grow,
the truth erodes, a fractured show,
each handshake hides a debt unpaid,
each smile conceals the price delayed.

The promises, like rain, dissolve,
in silence lies the grand resolve,
a life erodes by unseen hands,
what's built on lies is built on sand. 

The Lies We Tell

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Lies, Life, Love, poetry, Sleep, spiritual

The lies we tell each other in our slumber  
we would not dare tell in our waking hour: 
Undercover of grey, that infamous gap we refer to  
as mid-point, half-disappeared or no longer day,
and the lack of bright thereof, we are more or less 
inclined to believe in love than not, or holding out 
for the possibility of love. That one or the both of us 
is currently engaged in small-talk, and one of us 
is lying.