Poem! I bear the stain of endles lies

The weight of words, a crushing blow, A tapestry of truths, I used to know. Now tattered threads of deceit I weave, A tangled web, no soul to believe.

The stain of lies, a crimson tide, On conscience clear, where trust once resided. Each whispered falsehood, a poisoned dart, Aching regret in every beating heart.

I built a castle on shifting sand, A house of cards, at truth's command. With every lie, the structure swayed, A hollow shell, a promise betrayed.

The eyes that shone with love's soft light, Now dimmed with doubt, a fading sight. The warmth of touch, a distant dream, Replaced by silence, a broken stream.

The solace sought in woven tales, A twisted comfort that never prevails. The mask I wear, a painted grin, Hides the monster the lies let in.

The whispers echo, a haunting sound, Of shattered trust that crumbles to the ground. The hollow victories, pyrrhic at best, Leave desolation in their wake, no rest.

Memories dance, a cruel ballet, Of honest words spoken in a brighter day. The innocence lost, a fading flame, Consumed by shadows, whispered in my name.

The path I chose, a twisted maze, Luring me deeper in a deceitful haze. The tangled threads, a web I spun, Entangled myself, the damage done.

The urge to confess, a desperate plea, To break the chains, and finally be free. But fear takes hold, a serpent's coil, Of judgment's sting, on a heart that's soiled.

The burden grows, a weight to bear, The poisoned chalice, a life I share. The taste of truth, a distant spring, Aching for solace, the peace it can bring.

Can forgiveness bloom in barren ground? Can trust be rebuilt, where lies abound? The road to redemption, long and steep, Can a broken heart ever learn to leap?

The fight within, a constant war, To tear down walls and slam the door. On endless lies, the source of pain, To seek the light, and wash away the stain.

A single truth, a fragile spark, Can ignite a fire, in the endless dark. The courage to face the one I've deceived, To beg for mercy, the heart aggrieved.

The path ahead, uncertain and dim, But honesty's call, a guiding hymn. To break the cycle, the web I weave, And learn to speak the words I truly believe.

For in the depths of darkest night, A single star can set the path aright. With trembling hands, I reach for grace, To mend the fractures, and find my place.

The journey long, the outcome unknown, But in the truth, a seed is sown. The stain may linger, a constant scar, But hope remains, a guiding star.

For even lies, however dire, Cannot extinguish the soul's desire. To heal the wounds, and start anew, To speak with honesty, clear and true.

So let me rise, from ashes and sin, And let the light of truth finally begin. With every word, a promise made, To face the consequences, unafraid.

The stain of lies, a constant fight, But with each sunrise, a renewed light. For even the darkest soul can mend, And find redemption, until the very end.

The weight of judgment, a crushing blow, The sting of betrayal, a world I don't know. The faces I see, once filled with cheer, Now etched with anger, a silent tear.

The laughter shared, a distant chime, Replaced by whispers, marking the crime. Isolation's grip, a chilling embrace, Loneliness lingers, a haunting space.

The urge to reconnect, a yearning deep, To mend the bridges, the promises I'll keep. But bridges burned, leave embers behind, Can trust be rebuilt, a fragile mind?

The first confession, a trembling plea, A waterfall unleashed, setting spirits free. The raw exposure, a searing pain, But honesty's light, washes away the stain.

The path of healing, a slow repair, Each honest word, a burden to share. Apologies offered, a chance to mend, But forgiveness sought, won't always transcend.

Acceptance dawns, a bitter pill, That some may turn, refusing good will. But self-forgiveness, a crucial part, To mend the broken, and restart the heart.

The world may judge, with a scornful eye, But self-improvement, a reason to try. Newfound strength, from lessons learned, A chance to prove, the bridges burned.

Actions speak louder, than words alone, Integrity's compass, a guiding stone. Through acts of kindness, and deeds well done, Trust can be earned, a battle begun.

The stain may linger, a constant guide, A reminder of choices, where I once did hide. But scars etched deep, can also inspire, To rise above, and set the soul on fire.

The past a teacher, harsh but true, Shaping the present, with a renewed view. The future beckons, a canvas bare, To paint with honesty, and a heart to care.

The whispers may fade, the anger subside, As time mends fractures, with a healing tide. The burden lightens, with each honest stride, And hope rekindled, deep inside.

Forgiveness found, not always from all, But inner peace whispers, a comforting call. The stain of lies, a constant fight, But with each honest step, I walk towards the light.

The journey arduous, a mountain to climb, But resilience fuels me, one step at a time. For redemption's path, though fraught with pain, Leads to a future, where trust can reign.

So let me live, with lessons learned, A soul awakened, a spirit that's yearned. To write a new chapter, with honesty's pen, And leave the stain behind, to rise again.