With a little white lie
the seed was planted
An insignificant untruth
by a mirror without glass
This facile art is
the dawning of deceit
As the seed of lies takes root
in the freshly tainted soil
The darkness begins to sprout up
like the unholy love it mirrors
Growing into a root of bitterness
destined to contaminate
Everything it touches
before even a leaf is seen
It thrusts down deeply
into the enrooted core
Creating a poisonous root
that cultivates the hideous plant
With purplish-black jagged leaves
that cuts as deep as the betrayed
Trust of infidelity
which grows so large
To cast shadows of doubt
from where the light shines down
Into the soul of the innocent
ultimately destroying life
With its toxic blooms
and fruit of pestilence
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
With a little white lie
the seed was planted
An insignificant untruth
by a mirror without glass
This facile art is
the dawning of deceit
As the seed of lies takes root
in the freshly tainted soil
The darkness begins to sprout up
like the unholy love it mirrors
Growing into a root of bitterness
destined to contaminate
Everything it touches
before even a leaf is seen
It thrusts down deeply
into the enrooted core
Creating a poisonous root
that cultivates the hideous plant
With purplish-black jagged leaves
that cuts as deep as the betrayed
Trust of infidelity
which grows so large
To cast shadows of doubt
from where the light shines down
Into the soul of the innocent
ultimately destroying life
With its toxic blooms
and fruit of pestilence
Result of a Poetry exercise and a personal life experience.
