Trust Going To Dust

My faith in humanity

Is wearing thin

Like the Arctic icecap.

My generousity

Backflipped by tricks,

Like an acrobat’s fall.

My naiveness exposed,

Like a pricked condom.

My smile erased,

Like Trump’s first promise.

My kindness stolen,

By camels, across the desert.

And a trusting spirit broken,

By a few faceless ghouls.

 

By: Ivor Steven

Featured Image:  A copy of the cover of the book “Melpomene”, Edited by Gwendolyn Taunton, Containing works both old and new, Melpomene offers a prime selection of literature on the melancholic side of existence, the transformational beauty of the esoteric, occult secrets hidden in verse, sorrow, doom and the inevitable grasp of death.