Dissemble
Jealous eyes of an angry face,
Bewildered the mind, this time.
Dishonorable actions displace,
Truthful hearts into this crime.
Serendipity is what,
I must live in hold, and trust.
Nasty, needy hole of a rut,
And dreams of truth rot and rust.
Conflated all to be none,
Humiliated now, too.
Hated now killed and shunned.
Your actions can’t be out done.
What happens now to me here?
Left to rot in your pity pot.
You have become who I fear,
And tore my heart, in a knot.
Copyright © Tara Shaw | Year Posted 2011
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