Under the surface is where the truth drowns.

The lies entangled in language, missing, omitted,
hidden...

like most dark essence, is unable to withstand the light.

Trust goes by the wayside
as faith dwindles like an extinguished flame.

Even as the words of love and allegiance flow,
like smoke rising to the ceiling.

As they are spoken to me, the plume of lies grows bigger.

There appears to be no end
to the hurt perpetuated.

Time can heal all wounds, they say.

Time also can help us to see true.

The bright shining truth of impossibility.

Love glazing over the lies.

Shadows outlining truth, like the silver lining at sunset,
exposed.

~Sagemyst~