If my whole life was a lie,

then

Why do I feel pain from the truth?

Day one of lockdown
So no-one is allowed out?
Whats for dinner dear... trout?

by Arcassin Burnham

peace out to the fellas, peace out to the ladies,
that think life might be crazy,
while carrying dreams under wings in a life so
unseen but their ways that they claim to portray
in their own grief,
angels sing so loudly to commute these events weather if
you're a sinner or just praying,
I'm just saying,
you don't have to gravitate or give in to the
words that I'm saying,
seeing the era of my ways would motivate,
but you're just playing, yourself,
bring my peace to the table , allow you to snack,
but it got cold , and your excuses for dying
got tired and old, you must enjoy that,
but things get gone,
friendships break up,
family isolates,
and you're all alone,
heading back to square one.

when your lucks run out,
everything gets cold,
promises broken,
and so is the mold,
heading back to square one.


©abpoetry2020

It’s okay that they hurt me
because it was a joke.
They were just kidding,
when they kicked and spoke.

No.

It’s not okay to hurt someone,
not even on a joke,
because a joke is supposed to be funny,
and if that’s funny,
then I don’t want to ever laugh again.

It was a joke
he didn’t mean to lift his hand
he didn’t mean to bring it down

he didn’t mean to raise it a second time
he didn’t mean to commit a second crime.

He didn’t mean it.

But if everyone got pardoned
for the things they said and did without meaning,
everyone would hit
and no one would mean it.