Truth
A play on a worldwide stage
No longer a gamble,
A chance,
It’s a fabrication,
Diluted,
Written cheaply
And spoken in silk
Truth or Lies?
The line is distorted,
Malleable,
A casual risk,
Authenticated by strangers
That gets easier in its retelling,
Foolish lips that hunger for
Truths in believable lies
And the cost?
Long forgotten.
Like the weather
The narratives we tell,
A five percent chance of truth.
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August Writing Prompt #1 @freeverserevolution
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