The Truth1 min 173 1 min 173
My hands shuddered as rapidly as my heart,
The confidence I held, in the nervy me,
Now flew away like a paper dart.
A lot with my conscience did I had a dispute,
Just to stand before you and tell you the truth.
The lies behind,
Mocking and petrifying,
Tried to encroach in my sober truth,
The same lies, from which,
Living in your mind I needed to ensue.
I couldn't again be economical with the truth,
Because lies take time and are aloof,
While the truth is said just once,
And less leads to a dispute.
So, finally, that shuddered truth,
Came out of me,
And killed the reviving lies,
That had survived on my insanity.
A single truth relieved me,
From the burden of all the untold lies,
And made that pain,
Haunting me every night and morn,
To soothe, and then vanish,
Behind the drapes of the truth.