Death Of Trust

Doubt everything but love,

given freely;

Receive such gift, offered

      without account.

Forbidding, when there is

no guarantee;

No clause to ponder, how it

may amount.

Though true-spoken, some

doubt veracity;

Hold mistrust as icon, tho’

no favour,

Seek loneliness, proclaim

their liberty

In charnel house, where no life

to savour.

6 thoughts on “Death Of Trust”

  1. there are days when I doubt even love
    for I realized today only those who love can be hurt by that love…
    Wonderful poem, I like it
    the name Hugh through me ….as I was stunned by my friend Hugh’s words today:)
    Have a good day …evening….
    Take Care…You Matter…


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