Your words sink like rocks.
Eager to believe you
I kick down to the water’s murky
bottom blindly feeling for the truth.
Repeatedly I emerge
Convinced stones of veracity hide
in the poison of your promises I descend
into the depths yet again
prospecting in the mud of your deceit—
nails black with the filth of your lies.
Stacey Dye has been writing radio and television copy since 1979 and does voice overs at a local cable TV station. She's been writing poetry since she was a teenager. She is a member of the Internet Writing Workshop and the Wild Poetry Forum.
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