The Shattered Image
Photo by Hebert Santos on Pexels.com The Shattered Image The depth of my disappointment is immense, I truly thought you were a person of integrity, Whose every action would align, with no pretense, With the strong character you seemed to be. "I thought you were better" is too mild to say; I saw in you a loyalty I sought to find, A moral standard now just dust and clay, A shattered image of a perfect mind. The thing you did, or failed to do, you see, Was not a simple letdown; "it crushed me" whole. It was a devastating blow to my reality, A chasm swallowing my trusting soul. I had invested trust and boundless hope, An extraordinary quantity of "faith in you," To find it misplaced, I now must grope, A personal failure, though the fault is true. Our bond, which I so dearly held and prized, Was based on a belief in shared pure light. "I thought we were actually friends," I realized, Now every memory feels contaminated, blight. Each moment...