Mistrust

He won’t believe the shape
Of what he sees on the page
Unless he has watched it
Being formed by the hands
Which claim its origin.

The aura of mistrust
Was bred into him by all
The broken promises of
His youth, the turned
Backs when most he
Needed open arms. He
Is exhausted by all this.

The spoken word is even
Less reliable, even when
Liars look in his eyes.

He cannot interpret signs.

R 28/09/2023 18:03