Poetry of a Conlanger

Friday, November 18, 2005


But now whispers,
Like murky floodwater,
Echo and invade my thoughts.

Liar! Liar!

They hiss.

Stop lying to yourself.
We speak truth.
You don’t.

But I want my lies to come true…

They never have, they never will.
Why do you think this one will be different?

A thousand shards hit me
And I stagger back
Why is Truth so painful?

Hey, truth hurts.
Smile, suck it up, and keep walking…


Post a Comment

<< Home