by Baraneh Quest

Created on: February 01, 2010

Trust, once so sacred, willowed into dust.

What was there, so present, so full, now lost.

Did I sew the thorns to make my way to this place?

Filled with shame, with guilt, with utter disgrace.

Walked, I did, along smooth paved roads with company,

Now, I walk alone, and the dust has yet to settle behind me.

The good of my word has whittled, blown easy in the wind.

Laden with remorse, I am, for I have sinned.

Missing went a sturdy, solid, and strong mind.

What left but ignored scruples and loss of ties that bind.

Advantageous this was not, nor was it about greed.

These moves filled no desire, satisfied no need.

No more a swagger in my step, a grin on my cheek.

Caged I’ve become, sullen, humbled, and weak.

How can I climb from this thorn-strewn space?

To make it right, to make penance, to absolve my case.

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