This Pathology – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Nothing is ever certain.” Alice Sebold

This Pathology

What is a lie and when is it?
If it remains unspoken 
is it a lie at all or just a secret
waiting to be told some day
with a passion devoid of facts?
Or is a lie more an avoidance,
a denial of responsibility that a
face may be saved to preserve a
difficult truth framed by shame?
Once the path is well worn
it becomes ever so familiar,
like an old shoe or a friend,
this pathology of gilded words
of virtue untruthed,
where will it end?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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