II.V

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4dak4W0_P4

Trust is an odd thing.

...

It's not something 

That can be bought or sold.

It's not something 

Most people simply give away

Nor is it something 

That can be stolen.

...

Like love 

Trust is something that grows.

Trust can only be earned.

Like the layers of ice 

That form over the local pond.

The fruits of Winter's labour.

...

Though Trust

Is not something that can be worked for.

Like frost it forms naturally

And no manner of 

Liquid nitrogen

Can speed that 

Process.

...

Trust

Is like a house of cards

That builds itself.

And like houses of cards

Or castles made of glass

Trust is something 

That can very easily

Fall in on itself.

...

Trust is something that can be sabotaged

Before it even has the chance to grow.

...

In my case the irony is that

It was the truth that planted the C4

Or knocked the dominoes over.

And it was my past

That lit the fuse

And sparked the detonation.

...

I shouldn't be surprised.

...

A past like mine is volatile

And its hard to mix combustible materiel

With anything but

More fire.

...

I understand that.

And I may be jumping to conclusions

But how can I build trust

When the truth is hard to hear?

And why do I always jump the gun

In the face of everyone I meet?

Why do I always confess to the things I've done

Before I get the chance to fall in love?

And why is it so easy to forgive myself

When everybody else 

Turns and

Runs?

...

There are worse people.

I should know

I've met them.

...

Maybe that's why?

...

Maybe even though

I am no less

Than a minor antagonist,

No better than the anti hero

And no more

Than what I am.

...

But maybe what I am

Is not the man

To build a loving 

Vatican? 

...

Maybe my fate

Is to live and die alone.

...

Not by myself.

...

But surrounded by people

That make me want

To wave one's last farewell.

...

Not before the next life

But before the next stage

The next page

Scene, act or sequel

To this story I am living

But cannot find the courage

To write.

...

What a coward 

I turned out to be.

...

Reviews

[lua]

the fragility of trust is illustrated so well by the imagery you use, the narrator seems so confused and almost lost amongst their own actions, a muddle we all find ourselves in at some point, it works so well with the structure

[Ookpik]

Thanks and I'm glad you liked it 👍

[Leroy Sinclair]

My name is Leroy Sinclair and I come from Norway House, do you know a native callin' himself Edgar from Norway House?

[Ookpik]

Whats good Leroy

And naw don't know Edgar from back in Norway house, If I'm ever there I'll ask around for him