A Tryst....

what is said here need not be necessarily true,
so beware, you might be misled into thinking that
everything is a mess, and that i am feigning happiness.

people lie, that you must put as an accepted principle.
people sometimes do what they do not like to say
and say what they are not doing anyway.

well, be cautious, there are traps and hollow spaces,
mines of the minds, exploding devices hidden on the wall with ears.

i look forward to meeting truth in person.
tonight, at eight sharp, beside the line of trees, under the stars.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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