A Story in Five Parts, V.

Truth.
What is truth?
Is it the story of one person
confirmed by others? Or
lifes, well though out like
spunk silk?

What on conveys as truth
may just as well be lies. One
slowly seeping sweet stories into the mind
of another. Lies, which placed me in this position.
Truth on my part, lies on another's.

Standing, staring down the tunnel, leading
from the realm of truth to that of lies.
Thinking, throwing my hear into prayer,
Dear God, I love you Mom, bye 'Nessa.
Watching, waiting for the pull of the trigger
the anger in his eyes only extenuating the barrel.

Truth lost in lies.
Stories told and untold.
Stealing, killing, running, crying.
Truth lost in lies.

You've lived a good life.
That I have.
Pray.
So I did.