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Trust








                                    A feeling I thought I knew

                                         So intimately, so well,


                                    But I was wrong, it seems,

                                      For who could ever tell?






                                           I gave you my trust,

                                And you returned it in shards,


                                        Broken beyond repair,

                                    Scattered, lost in the dark.


                                       Will I ever trust again?

                                       The answer eludes me.





                                       Some call it trust issues,


                                   But I don’t know if that fits.


                                   Who cares about the name?

                                  What remains is the feeling,


                                Broken, shattered, disclaimed.











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