The Bust of Trust In Rust
Trust in cinder
Withers and shivers
When guile tears trust asunder
From conscience cleavers
As its erstwhile shadow wanders
Bereft of direction in remission
For transgressions trust ponders
When beholders with eyes wide open inflict dereliction
In circumstances that leave
Trust aghast with wonder
As the esteem and respect trust held dive
Into a miasma of blunder
Propped up in packs and sacs of lies
Sown, grown and flown
On wings and stings ties and cries
Can no longer cure and own.
Copyright © John Sensele | Year Posted 2018
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