Lament

Believing in something better;
the hopes for positive change.
Words were once bond
Now, they’re shattered glass.

This is my mistake.

It didn’t make sense.
A world of grievances
mistaken for opportunities.
Bitter expectations
poisoned my senses.

This is my fault.

I forsook my instincts
for the sake of trust.
Those foolish endeavors
weakened my resolve.
Betrayal stole my belongings.
Sleep refuses to comfort me.

This is my demise.

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