Deception
by Sheron P. Brathwaite
Deception
I looked away and my vision blurred
I no longer saw what was before my eyes
the Sun set, the Moon rose
and reality appeared at the tip of my nose
like a cold rain drop on a humid Summer day
I skillfully wiped reality away,
with one swift stroke from the back of my hand
the truth hung by a thread, a wiry strand
But as the rain continued to fall
I became soaked with the with the truth
and I could no longer look away