Garden of Lies
There was seed- a small lie I told-
A seed of a lie, that no one should know,
For a lie is deadly, a poison to the soul;
So it was buried in forgetting that it would grow.
But in forgetting it was left,
In remembering it was watered;
In burying, it found company.
In company- my garden grew.
So a lie left alone started another,
And very soon it was followed by others;
Followed by many, not just a few;
And in no time at all, none could see any good I did do.
All choked and withered, the good did die;
And all that was left was just those little lies.
Poisoned and corrupt the ground became,
And that is all I had left to my once good name.
A name once honored,
A name once revered;
An name now scorned,
When falling on every child's ear.
A withering heart;
A desolate soul.
Oh how I wish that garden had died,
So long ago.