National Poetry Month 2014 poem a day challenge

April 14th

Trust, Paranoia, and the Fears of a Teenage Mind

To be naïve is to be a fool,

a person who trusts at a moments meeting,

only to have their hopes and dreams

dashed by the one they trusted.

The fool wanders, lost like lovers,

under the endless tower of the world.

The hanged man makes them fear,

uncertain over life and death,

bounty only to the kings men,

issued by the patriarch himself.

The queen entices them,

but to what fates, of spiders or venom,

of foul wheels of fortune unproclaimed,

do they wander into.

The high priestess, their guide, gives them gifts,

one such, the chariot, only an illusion

conjured by that cursed magician made to

speak of strength and justice,

as if such things existed.

But of the sun, moon, and stars,

the temperance of the hermit is the only one

who may pass judgment upon our sins.

The sins of even the devil himself

would be happy to be compared next to ours.