Truthful Lies Poem by Peter Edigah OBIAJE

Whispers draped in silver thread,
Promises soft, but sharp when read,
The tongue, a painter, skilled and sly,
Crafts a world from truthful lies.

A candle glows in shadow's skin,
Light concealed where dark begins,
Hope is sold in fragile guise,
By merchants dealing truthful lies.

They dress the wound with tender care,
While leaving poison hidden there,
A smile can mask a thousand cries,
And truth dissolves in truthful lies.

Yet somewhere deep, beneath the guise,
A clearer flame, unchained, will rise.
For though deceit may cloud the skies,
The soul remembers—truth survives