The atmosphere is shrouded
The memories, like moving pictures
I wade through every time I stand
My tears go uncontained
The egos which push me down
So they can feign;
It is my candle of strength
Knowing the truth
A flame they want to destroy,
To steal the light of day;
I hold the hope,
Others will not betray me,
Like the dears I lost because of my naivety
To trust.
(c) 2017
Placard & Plane 