Core Of Mistrust Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crawling along on all fours, searching for the life so
negligently dropped along an unused pathway once strayed
onto.

There seems to be no glimmer to guide, no string or stones
to follow back in time, sliding along baggage, in case
finding it accidentally one day.

Traipsing the world over wisdom and knowledge, the only
real truths anyone can hang onto.

Reiterating pathways traveled, finding no use because
their ears are blocked by other's betrayals and lies.

So continually walking alone, silent to the core of my
being, not ever coming home to the mistrust of other's
in life.