My dreams- faded & lost.
Another rush of guilt to my heart.
My humour- rusted, crumbling, dead.
Another side effect of my arrogant head.
Pushing the heavy burden of regrets,
My pride- buckled under the weight.
Tired, exhausted & out of breath.
I know I’m late,
But I’m learning to love the one I hate.
Having thrown caution to the wind,
& my practical life- a distant dream,
I’m trading down a dangerous path.
It’s a new start.
And I’m learning to trust my hollow heart,
& filling it up with the love it deserves.
This poem is in response to the daily post: Trust.
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