Literature
Trust
Trust.
For some, it is simply a five letter word.
For some, it is merely a thing to play with.
For some, it was a thing they once held dear.
For some, it cannot be remade.
For others, there is a chance it can return.
At the beginning, I held it.
Caressed it.
Nurtured it.
Preached it.
Exhaulted it.
Defended it.
Loved it.
After a time, bonds broke.
Shattered.
Diminished.
Fell Away.
Faded.
Dissolved.
Extinguished.
Had a heart ever cried so?
I dare say not...
Trust.
It had faded to a sheer nothingness.
A bitter taste the heart wanted not to know.
Thy heart was scathed, with little hope to help it, by the needed means of