Lunacy lives in the full face of the moon,
blood has infinite shades of red. The perfect crime
doesn’t exist. Every contact leaves a trace.
When there’s nothing to gain, people can still be evil;
when there’s everything to lose, people may surprise you.
Occasionally there is honour among thieves.
There are multiple truths, perspective is all. Sometimes
there are only questions. Everyone has a price,
I’m not talking money. Life is unfair. Trust me
means don’t. The sins of one moment can reverberate
for a lifetime. Love is the very best
and worst of things.
For dVerse prompt, May 11, 2017 – a List Poem.