Lies And Half Truths: The Fable Of The Accuser

I once sat at a piano, keys wide as planks
and knew not the notes
knew not the falsity of your voice.

I once sat, useless and bound by your words
but fingers find a way
to know the falsity of your claims.

If proof you need, proof within
it was on you all along
to know the falsity of your proof.

See, I know the piano, intimately
those white, wide planks,
my fingers know the falsity of your whistle.

But lo and behold, you found new fodder
the words I use the claims you made
my pen knows the absurdity of your claims.

I write, if write be called, the actions you took
the family you mistook
to know the falsity of your yearning.

I pity you, if pity be
the pond so far, and wide between
the ocean knows your deceit.

You pity you, you regret
your words fall, fail, and blunder
to know the falsity of your lies.

Your lies pity you, and digital space
tracks your actions, false retort
to bully cyber, you know lies.

So bury them, and begone
to face your truth, your lies reveal
now you know the falsity of your heart.

Heal.
Repent.
Reveal.