A Liar

Leeched hopes to reality
Like long droughts to rain

The song like drizzle
To a threatening downpour

The thorough going pores
The bended twisted knees

The assurances of a new day
To the unkempt self image

And sometimes the piercing shiver
Of permanent hopelessness

But my brain is no Sage
It is by birth, a demoralising liar