Lie.

• Teagan Boka, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2012

What is truth,
when there is only such as lie.
surrounding this family,
building so high.

the title was not clear
of a story unread.
I claimed not to see.
what was in ones head.

what started as two,
turned to one.
like when the moon falls,
and up rises the sun.

your name fell clear,
once was fully heard.
The pain that was brought,
was one unpreferred.

Close but far,
across the isle.
you sat so scared,
so white and fragile.

A word, a dance,
I wished for dearly.
when it’s all over,
I hope to think clearly.