Lies in Retrospect {First Draft}

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An old friend once wrote

of a lie long forgotten

in lines of a poem

mistakes turned rotten

We were children lying

Wicked wheels in the streets

We were undeveloped

Just finding our way, indiscreet

I wish I could see the hues

you used to paint the past

but like fragments they fade

memory could never last

All I remember deeply

Was hiding from the pain

We dabbled at what felt like love

We played in the rain

We wanted it all to last

never forggotten 

this tretcherous past

I think we all play at lies as children

We shuffle what we think is right

Childhood is godless

We fear no retribution or might

And when you spawn in chaos

Like we all clustered did

Then lying is survival

And I was just a kid

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Coming back to this site is deeply nostalgic as it was once a playground for our collective angst. This was inspired by something a childhood friend wrote, forever ago. Not so much a response but an open ended view of lying, of children attempting to be grown, of displaced anger. We were all in lives we never asked for, and I don't know about the people I knew in my childhood and teenage years, but lying was safer than admitting I was so incredibly lost. So I lied to friends, to myself, to the adults that barely knew what the hell they were doing. Maybe an assumption, but I think so many lies kept us all safe over that span of time. 

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