The Sprain Of My Strain Poem by John Sensele

At cross roads once again
Wondering why the impasse rears its ugly head
Straining to stain my gain
I reel on my knees and slump on my bed

Vowing the truth I'll defend
To the hilt
No matter how many lies I offend
In the cosy quilt

Where lies derive comfort
Concealing their pain
In the heat of the discomfort
They strive to drain

When lies call it quits
Defeated
Unleashing a flood of tweets
Reheated and repeated

In the vain hope
Lies had me broken
Dragging me on the seamy slope
Cos I remained outspoken

Regardless of the narrative
Lies parade
In the hideous initiative
Facts degrade

In every circumstance
Lies encounter
At a glance in the instance
They collapse to their feet on my creed counter.