A CURSE ON TRUST

Pushing to the edge of understandability

Results in no better thing safe incomprehensibility.

When I open up my heart to you to take a look

All secrets I made open for you like the Holy Book.

No secrets, no hidden meaning, all ambiguities

Explained to give no room for obscurity.

But now all efforts has gone to fruitlessness

For all you left in me is hollowness.

All the while, at every chance, a chance to divulge

The heartbreaking secrets that now in me bulge

Protruding in me like having within a bastard child.

Your secrets couldn’t have made me wilder in style.

Trusting, I will never again, for with you I lost

All that was left in me that could be called trust.

With every moment, my words in your ears I echoed

And repeatedly asking ‘Is there something I don’t know?’

In this poem I’ll inscribe your name for the world

To know who you are. So help me Lord.

Changing from villainy to innocency with a pass;

Haggardly you appear yet with strength unsurpassed.

In too deep your secrecy cuts my skin and leave

Zigzag traces of your cruelty. I trusted you, reveal,

Open my heart to you. Thinking in you lies fulfilment.

Marring my heart like your was built of cement.

At the end, my dear, nemesis ‘ll catch up and I’ll be

Here to do the last laugh and the world will join in.

Even with this, the love I have for you will be

Inscribe in my heart with gold and not just ink.