WONDERING.

Smoke screening

Gently leaning

On the maybe.

Trying to veil,

 A pale

Version of the truth.

Diluted truth.

Watered down to suit

The situation.

Living a lie,

With eyes raised

Skyward

To distract

A trusting plea.

Only seeking honesty.

Questions asked

From the shadow

Of ignorance.

While liars bask

In their sunshine

Of deceit.

Shoes of truth

On the wrong feet.

Walk away

And admit defeat.

Your love is lost.

So, cut the cost,

And walk away.

Because,

On another day,

In another place.

On another day,

There’ll be a space

For you,

To see through,

The smoke.

© By: - Pete Slater.   2013.