Keep The Mistrust Poem by RIC BASTASA

existentialism
was never that humane
every mouth utters
a word of longing
every heart murmurs
a hidden violence
an incoming outburst
of murderous emotions
and anyone who loves
himself and puts trust
about this fidelity
finds himself crushed
at the end of the
gates of hell which
closes automatically
when you are finally
in.

so keep the mistrust
of self who always have
a rationalization for all
the evils that men
pack for themselves upon
a journey made secret
so that you may not know
your final destruction.