It’s Harder

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)

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