contemplativeThe poem “The First Time” was inspired by the title of the Tumblr short story “The Imposter Remembers”. Imposters were not born whole-clothe as the manipulators of reality. The origin may be lost to the present, but somewhere in the past, the first lie was told.
The First Time
The imposter forgets the first time
their start lost from memory
gone behind the veil of time
that opening of the present lies
truth abandoned may have yelled
exclaimed injustice as an affront
looking to the whole conscience
for redress to the new harm
look to the mentors of the lie
tutors of deception’s trait
providing guidance to ensure
misstatement is the verity
permission given to fabricate
reliance on the dark arts
with spin as the least of sins
as deceit becomes the norm
perhaps the babe had a chance
that innocent was lost alas
when the falsehoods did not stop
fiction became the certitude
now days have darkly blurred
so many times the untruths were spun
until the facts became misplaced
in yesteryear of the bygone.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180812.
