written for Grook contest sponsored by Constance La france. this is about death of trust, trust, when broken, it remains a corpse , with too many memories ... often it is friends and familiar faces and names that break our trust! Sad reality.
“When trust is a walking phantom, draped in dying dandelions, let the wind blast forth its shattered promises, as rain rinses away piercing pain of memories lost” Quote by Poet the sky is a catacomb of faceless promises and ghosts clothed in tangled treachery as trust is a wilted tulip~ embalmed in golden tears… O’ deceived heart of the eclipsed sun you were once glazed in jewels… now a mourning mausoleum~ chanting a moonless requiem resting in ashes of skeletal lies….
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