The Garden of Lies

A Poem

Photo by Georgia de Lotz on Unsplash

you didn’t think I’d let go, did you,
when we’ve got some talking to do
about what happened in the past
and what needs to be addressed
out of your kingdom of blasphemy?

you don’t think you have to explain a thing
because I know your lies are dripping
like sewage gurgling down a sink —
yet there I am, circling the drain,
waiting for some kind of absolution

you kissed your heart goodbye
and wore a crown you made yourself
because no sane man would give you
the power to rule the universe —
though you always try, of course

you happened upon me in the gutter
when I hit the bottom of the barrel,
all options dried up at the root,
though it was too late to turn back
and hope for a better outcome

you reign in the realm of deceit,
and I was one of your parishioners
once upon a time, once upon a time,
when I didn’t know the good from the bad
and thought your opinion was law