Betrayal

Once again they lie, Once again, they spin their tale, My instincts whispered long ago. Underestimated, as always, it sails, Through currents of pretense they choose to throw. They undermine, as though it's blind, Do they think It doesn't understand? A child's mind, they seem to find, Easy prey for the idle hand. Yet here it stands, more wise than weak, A heart grown cold but far from dull. Their careless schemes, so bold, so bleak, Have sparked a flame they thought to cull. Once, it hoped we'd learn the same, That trust could thrive where doubt was sown. But disappointment breeds disdain, For now, it's clear—it walks alone. No longer will it play the part, Of puppet in their hollow play. It's soul demands a fresh restart, It turns from them, then walks away. Again they leave, abandon, flee, And in their absence, it finds it's own. Let them lie; I’ll let them be, For silence suits me best alone.