Oh! burdened heart… with trust a frail commodity
Long have I grappled with wounds of treachery
Forgive these weary eyes, skeptical and worn;
For when love’s crown is tarnished a spirit is torn.

My soul, once a garden of trust, vibrant and lush,
Now lies desolate, crushed by indifference and hush
Each cherished offering played down with disdain
Like fragile petals trampled, my faith left in pain.

Apologies, for this melancholic lay
But truth must be woven in the tapestry of dismay
For trust’s unraveling brings a torturous plight
A lamentation sung in shadows of endless night.

Within this labyrinth of doubt I wade
Where whispers of betrayal weave a masquerade
A relentless specter reveling in my plight
Spinning tales of torment with relentless might.

Oh! how I yearn to abscond from this tormenting strain
To heal the fractures and trust’s fragments regain
Yet, ensnared in this melancholy’s sanguine haze
I languish, shackled to agonizing, damning ways.

In this soliloquy of sorrow, no solace is found
But remnants of trust scattered upon treacherous ground
Still… amid the shards of my fractured belief
A flicker of hope, though feeble, seeks relief.

So, pardon this pen for its ink drips heavy with woe
As classic verses tell of a spirit in turmoil, betrothed,
Struggling to rebuild faith’s fortress, stone by stone
Yearning for redemption, ‘midst darkness’s throne.

© Karpop Riba