It’s harder to lie in verse or a poem,
  than it is with dialog or prose

It’s harder to bend the truth over a feeling,
than around what you or someone else knows

It’s harder to feign an eruption of light,
  or the isolation of being alone in the dark

It’s harder to mislead with words formed in your soul,
  than with tomes that were written to outsmart

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)