Trust; so hard to take
The realization of it hitting was hard
It's not about being worthy
But having someone who is trustworthy
That is what holds more value
To deserve that someone
Trustworthiness of self must be proved
The search was long and the answer never found
People known during life
Will never be deemed worthy enough
But pouring all secrets into something
Throughout one's whole merciful life
Knowing it all along
Trusting oneself meaning pouring the secrets in
Turning own mind into a well of trust
A deep dark echoey well filled with sorrow
Upcoming whereabout known not
But path to death is the road much taken
The very feeling is sweet and addictive
Death feels like an old friend
Even though never met in person
No matter how close it was
Looking out, longing and waiting towards the final departure
The tray for tea to be prepared
To live till death comes
Help others till the death earned converge
For that was the life lacking trust
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Illumination's Voyage
PoetryObservations, incidents, notions, ideas, concepts and thoughts through a person's life that anyone might have gone through as poems, prose and excerpts by a teenage maniac by mind and an adult by body (or maybe a psychopath) who starts the day drin...
