lonelynature

They are smiling,

Lips stretched up, with a slight crinkle of their eyes,

They are listening,

Nodding along, making hums of acknowledgement,

They are happy,

The lies are ready on your lips, practiced, you done this a thousand times, but you falter. You falter and shatter the illusion of truth.

Revolutions are bathed in blood,

In death, betrayals, and cruelty.

Yet, we often associate them with freedom,

The oppressed rising against the oppressors.

You trace the ridges of the flower.

The sole daisy in this field.

A dot of yellow against a vibrant green.

Your toes burrow in the dirt.

The soil covering your feet.

Your friend has betrayed you,

You can’t know for certain,

You need to ask, but don’t want the answer.

You think of all you have shared together,

You hear it offhand, 

A whispered word floating to your ears,

It’s a falsity, preposterous, a rumor,

Of course it’s not true,

But even still,