Ghost.

Investments made

In bonds and trust

Broken like banks

Crumbled like dust

Betrayed in ways I never thought

Taking a loss

At the greatest cost

Well played games and unwalked talk

Lip service just to get what you got

Dividends of self-interest

A friendship rendered a conquest

Valuable words used as tools

To carefully cover my eyes with wool

Untruths unearthed

A besmirched sense of worth

Taken to the cleaners and told it was church

I believed what you told

I bought what you sold

What I got was a jackpot

Of solid fool’s gold

In silence so much has been said

You’ve shown me how you made your bed

And lied when you said ‘friends til the end’

Now bonds have been severed

Trust has been broken

All because of what remains unspoken

~JRM

 

~Maktub~

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