Death of Trust

Minutes chase the hour
The hours chase the day
Days of love await the hour
when trust will be betrayed.

Shredded on the wheel of time
wherein there's no reverse,
chopped in unforgotten pain,
unable to traverse
familiar paths
averting drops of rain.

Naked chunks strewn
atop a sacred ground
above the hallowed hideaways,
 residue is burrowed,
never to be found.

Severed skin seeps drop of blood
to dry, to darken
into an endless night
of unforgotten pain
unable to traverse familiar paths
to avert the mourning rain.

The wheel of time keeps turning
for the slaughters that will come
after deception's wrecking ball
slams trust to be undone.