When the thread of trust was ripped,
then a burden filled the heart,
for I saw: it was a script
and manipulation art.
Losing trust feels like a theft,-
it produced in me a void
and completely nothing left
from the talks I have enjoyed.
It's as if I saw the light
falling on the situation
and the moment of insight
broke up communication.
Wishing not to speak again
or my meals and drinks to share,
let the Lord forgive, if then
in my judgement I'm unfair.
Losing trust, it has its price:
no longer I am free,
words in me are seized with ice,
music notes are out of key.
8.08.2022