Pockets are empty
too many holes.
Graveyard is full
of penniless souls.
Truth will win out
before too long,
leaving you to wonder
where it all went wrong.
Out of excuses,
no one to believe you.
A liar with no hope
to start anew.
They thought that you
had all the answers.
Instead your lies
spread like a cancer.
Nowhere to hide,
the time has arrived.
To face the dreamers
who swallowed your lies.
The 50 year old poet 