The well settled Triplet

His deception averts her minds eye.
viewing through an opaque lens,
her jaded perception
functions on the arbitrary
and capricious levels
of a guidance counselor
bedaubed with ineffectualness.
With his misguided love
he has widdled her existence
into his nothingness.
Prescribing balms
for her soon to be empty
existence.


Emotionally betrayed
by a comforting tongue.
Our argot
now laiden with discord.
My ears now know
my souls discomfort.
Completely unsettled,
I rummage
amongst the refuse
to find my dignity
and self respect.


The beginning is merely an
introduction to the end.
Whispers of demise
ride the tail end
of summers breath
gazing on a blossom
that only knows its bloom.
It strains toward the sun
only to be pruned by its planter.
No one knows the end
until it slips in
and takes your breath away.