I hold no grudges, but I don't like being lied to. In the end, I had to break free sadly.
Broken Bridge. . A voice ignored a step much too far Total disregard and disrespected A foolish blatant lie too many Deceived tower of trust demolished The hand of kindness wickedly bitten then rejected No conscience no empathy The thin veneer obscuring a cold stone heart A vile tongue spews filth from the gutter Propagating seeds of doubt and sadness Ripping a loyal true friend heart apart Standing in noma no guns in guns at hand Separated by barbed wire and thick acrid smog After the climatic aftermath and disarray Umbilical cord severed Open sore wounds that fester and painfully hurt The salve of time heals but leaves the scars Feet stuck and tethered Hopes of reconciliation turn to dirt A pitiful charade and masquerade Driven by ego and self-pride A one way street with a dead end A broken bridge when two worlds collide. . Peter Dome©2020.
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