She turns her back from another slammed door.
Another day, another night,
Another betrayal.
Truth and honesty have not helped her testimony.
She stood by her convictions, which were returned with deceptions.
She's out of her element.
In a 'Me First' world.
For 'one' must hide their tears.
For 'one' is not human if they have flaws.
She turns her back from another slammed door.
Another day, another night,
Another betrayal.
She tried to decipher human nature.
She stood by her convictions, which were returned with deceptions.
The clinging, the clawing, selfish demeanor, heartless human disposal,
Only wounds the Soul.
In a world that lacks self discipline, relishes in self indulgence.
She retorts the deceptions, ruled by convictions and continues to give her all.
fact is a fact when never known before but the remote yet in hands to avert from all those rave up when short lived by plexus of life and living still islands are on the star`s swing even with heavenly bliss...................beautiful poem, i like it 10/10, thanks for sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
convictions versus deceptions...the pain of the game is visible...the strength in your voice is sweetly audible...good composition, Cathy...10