Sometimes the world is out to make you hate
Yourself for all
that makes you who you are.
The good in you becomes your evil fate;
Blessings will
curse you; all you make will mar.
You greet the dawn with hope, trust, and affection.
They all cause the reverse of what you
wanted.
Trust gives birth to betrayal; love, rejection;
And hope becomes
the house in which you’re haunted.
It’s like friends who turn into enemies.
They helped, and
now they hurt. Two sides; one coin.
Today’s locked door; yesterday’s set of keys—
Tomorrow’s hammer,
cleaving all you join—
Till shame and
hurt make of your broken pride
A caustic pit
where you can safely hide.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells
3 comments:
Yes it has happened to me .... well written and darkly felt .... so soulful honesty that I hope the one that needs to read it does...
Your lips to God's ears, my friend. ;-)
like a familiar comfort food I know is destroying my true self...
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