In Trust I Trusted

As always, not satisfied, but I still hope you enjoyed!

Bones to bones

Figures of clay

Crafted by Gods

Were we

In the chambers of hearts

Sleeps a choking desire

Beneath polished skin

Is greed

A human frame

With the face of an angel

My blood you boiled

Like tea

In trust I trusted

Lord knows I did

Like the sailor trusts

The sea

Prisons you built

With these pillars of trust

Thousands of doors

No key

In trust I trusted

Seduced by my sin

All I learned was how

To bleed

Author's Note

Picture by Pyrogas-Artworks at DeviantArt!

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

This poem is marvelous. Excellent artistic writing. Keep it up friend 😊 loved your writing

[Matthew Kult]

Dangerously desolate. Very visual.

Good read.

With love,

Matthew

[Betty Hermelee]

Trust is everything in a relationship and if it's non-existent then it implodes. I like the use of your strong language "pillars you build with these pillars of trust"....." my blood you boiled like tea" Thank you for sharing an important part of life....
Warmly, B

[light and ashes]

You have to be careful about trust. It can become a prison, which I think you, now, already know.

I love the last line.

[Jimmy Yetts]

"...My blood you boiled
Like tea."
Powerful!--as is this entire piece.
High-level work, O.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Both the form and content are to be commended. It blooms like a rose in a thicket of thorns. May the rose ever bloom.

[Orizielle]

"A human frame
With the face of an angel
My blood you boiled
Like tea"

I just love how it was an effortless gliding between light and darkness, hope and despair. So beautiful.

[emmajoy]

' Prisons you built ~ With these pillars of trust ~
Thousands of doors ~ No key .. '

This seems to be only a few finely metered words BUT they say so very much. You're near damning trust for the weakness it can be; emotions battered, confidence drowned in the realisation that nothing is certain. Perhaps?

This has such a rawness to it, yet.. your word play is fragile..

[Chase Dylan]

The bars and rhymes are neat, and your word choice is dusty, with traces of seduction in it. Fantastic breath while reading, and environment is stark, with traces of dark impressions throughout. Polished and almost bitter. Well penned...

[Lotus Flower]

The imagery and the smooth flow of word made me so anxious to keep reading great job!

[Omikron]

Thank you!

// O