It is captured like a wisp of hair
In the strands of a silken web.
Built beneath so many truths,
Is this one single lie that a man
May begin to believe the more he tells it.
One word, one promise, one broken faith
Is all it takes. We lie.
We will balance the both until we die;
It is human nature,
And how could we not be human
If we did not do these wicked deeds?
We all have our evil needs.
One man can give a simple lie,
White like the web it is hung within.
He does not notice as it begins to spin.
So many things can become built,
Balanced upon a single thing,
Like a heart built upon a string.
He can no longer take away the lie,
Or everything will fall.
It is the support beam for all,
And that is how every life will work.
Curse our ability to be human,
For we feel the best and we feel the worst,
And half of each emotion
Will come because of false words.
Are we promised to go to hell
Or threatened to have heaven?
These are the questions we must ask,
We must lie about,
A man must console himself with guesses
And lies. He can fight ‘till he dies.
What is it to be in this world?
As the spider hangs from her thread
And sees the masterpiece before her,
And the strand of hair is ripped loose.
The web falls apart,
Can it break her heart?
She is just a spider, and will begin again. |
Submission Name: Fine Line String
