Poem, by Marc Aupiais
Strange, I felt myself withdraw from you,
Trust I cannot feel,
Trust you have too often betrayed, in me.
And Trust, I do not know,
Not in you, as I knew in her.
Waves, seas, tumultuous ...
I cannot write, I cannot speak.
Pain, swirls, and drowns,
As I enter into these waves,
And feel the pull, as I am screw driver-ed into the deep grey sea.
Trust I cannot feel,
You never have trust in me.
I look into the deep grey sea...
As smoke and fire hits the coast.
Will you ever dare to trust in me?
And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Forgotten Trust
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