Honesty In Thoughts Poem by skillz thapoet

coffee in a tainted mug,
a dish washer it has never
seen,
and i sip this frothy black
liquid,
a taste of sugar and not too
well talked of a drug,
lost in flashbacks of by gone
memories,
of the women i loved and
the woman i do,
a little thought of those i
never had,
a forced smile to mask the
guilt,
but to what guilt should i
cow,
if the woman i dream of,
under her linen another
man entertained?
but to what guilt should i
cow,
if the one i trust another
man job she blows?
rocking the taxi from the
back seat,
in dark alleys that they
hide...
such questions that tear my
heart,
such thoughts that shutter
my ego,
and so none understands,
why ice my heart a cap has,
why my fingers cold a touch
feels,
why my gaze bloody it is,
blood shot eyes and veins
that run down the face,
of love torments and tears
that never dry,
for that is how life has
become,
never what it used to be,
to have and to hold,
to love and to cherish,
forgotten like adam and
eves' death,
anyone that ever had of it?
but life goes on i hear,
nothing different from a
rose,
that withers upon its
branch...
faith gone,
trust dead,
and love a chorus sang only
at a burial...
©2011