Trust

Despair

Despair (Photo credit: ~Aphrodite)

I hear the mournful song of lost regret
Melodious and precise
It hovers above me
Like a falling angel in flight

Each word, each lyric
Speaks of years
And choices broken underfoot
Trampled by fear

Darkened pathway is blocked
No mercy or deliverance
Haunts these hallways
Lost in circumstance

This perfect chalice is corrupted
Frozen fear and darkened lust
Angered visage and spiteful words
Destroyed the fragile flower of trust

I cannot accept you
No matter how you may yearn and try
I have no choice left to me now
Crestfallen, unable to lie

Unable to face the bitterest truth
Forever broken and separate
Sickness pollutes this form
Bereft and disconsolate

At such moments avert
Your eyes, there is no sanction here
There is no reprieve or forgiveness
In this or any year
I can give no reprieve or forgiveness
In this or any year

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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12 Responses to Trust

  1. ioniamartin says:

    As usual, I sit in awe. How you do this so often and so well is always the question. You are truly amazing.

  2. lala1966 says:

    wow! I’ve definitely been there xx

  3. Ray says:

    Wow. Another stirring story here Helen. Such wonderfully descriptive stanzas that speak volumes.

    Nicely done, as always.

  4. Relate. Relate. I can relate. Dear Sis… you knock your words right out of the park everytime! xxx

  5. Wow…..this really got to me. I have been there…..wow. Thanks, Helen. Another winner!

  6. Dagenn says:

    And yet, still, we give it away
    and with every crack
    and every break,
    we bandage it up,
    and send it again,
    to a new, and “trustworthy” friend.
    Trustworthy, that is
    until they forget
    and the mask that they wear
    is torn or ripped
    and they drop our trust
    upon the floor
    leave it there,
    as they walk out the door.
    So we pick up our trust.
    Again.
    And cradle it, and heal it,
    And send it out,
    Again.

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