Tuesday, May 4, 2010


The slow drip of doubt
Slides into view like a
Raindrop curling down
Some slick window pane.
The tiny drop is there,
Hardly noticeable, then,
Like the rain-splattered
Window, more drops form
Until all trust is drowned.
Clarity, valued with its
Naive transparency, has now
Dissolved, taking with it
The foundation of all hope.
Gone is that treasured bond,
Washed away by the tears of
Sadness and despair, sinking into
Abandonment and obscurity.

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