.No Assurance.

.No Assurance.


I think of the shame,

Continually tied to my name,

I take the burden of the blame.

I was leery once,

and you took my trust,

sent it crumbling,


like fresh bread.


My trust was warm,

taming your deepest fears.

I lent you my ears,

wiped all the tears.

yet you took my trust,

my generosity,

and lite it like a oven flame,

burning the bread,

wild, untame.


My warmth dissipated,

the wires shot,

and my trust I gave,

you just forgot.

well, I have not.

But I cannot be brought back,

prehaps the light there is a fact of that. 



Inspired by Silvia Plath

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