Doubt

When trust ebbs away with the tides of time.

Brittle water

spills in shards

of icy realisation

and punctures my skin.

I feel the pain invade

me deep

and I can hardly

fill my lungs with air.

Your distress morphs

and I become the foe

who must be quelled.

I become

the instigator

of your suffering heart,

of all the angst

and doubt

wracking your soul.

And you punish me.

Force your anger

in vitriolic words

down my throat

until I cannot breathe.

There is no shaking

your delusions

as I struggle

to keep my head

above the waves.

And thus

I look to the shore

and wonder,

if I can swim

that far.

 

21/05/19

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

When trust is broken there's no knowing whether it will ever be repaired. It is a long journey, some might not be prepared to take. If you take it, in some ways it can prolong the agony but can eventually make you stronger. Free verse at its best John. Good morning. Soulful music.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed Chris, trust is a brittle piece of crystal. Many thank yous and top of the morning!

[kentuck14]

John,
A thrilling ride of dark shadows my friend. Trust, indeed can be broken in so many ways and the road back might not get you there.
T.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Dark Shadows indeed Sir. Many thank yous.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem John. I felt the struggle and I liked the honest tone of the poem. You led the reader to a logical ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you dear poet Coyote John.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.

[andrew mitchell]

Not the desired situation to be in. How doubt becomes an erosional emotion like a cancer spreading. Strong write John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Aye indeed erosion can happen slowly then before you know it the banks are breached. Cheers Andrew.