Wasted words not even heard,
swallowed by lies that compromised
my peace inside.
That hurt is dirt that burns
the wounds. Claims to soothe?
Yes, I’m confused.
Why play the muse to a tune of truth
for me to lose – for fun abuse
then “done with you”?
Even thieves let some gems be
when they’ve seen the places
that they keep.
Was my trust not of high reward
that it was so easily destroyed?
No, it’s not a fault in me.
Free from deceit,
I’ll shine once more.
I’ll shine once more.
On This Path 