Trust - Poem by Jim Milks
My trust lies broken in a dark corner
like a vase cast down from above
there I stand the solitary mourner
The shards how they sparkle in the moonlight
The moonlight once so enchanting and inviting
Now so dark and biting
A woman’s lies have brought about my trusts demise.
The vase once broken can never be truly be whole again
Here I stand cradling the broken vase hiding from the moonlight
And here I shall remain
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