Don'T Lie Poem by Max Myre
Don'T Lie
A spider's web
Intricate design.
Unlike my thoughts
Thought through.
Thoroughly strong
Reliable.
Unlike me
Weak and disorganized.
My web of lies.
Its only prey
Myself.
Caught.
The more thoughts
The more entangled I get.
My own design
Choking me.
I am the Predator
and the Prey.
The moth dies
Devoured he finds his purpose.
Unlike me, for I remain
With my thoughts, forever.
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