Trust?

Trust is the sweetest pill to swallow, 

lead and I'll follow, 

A whisper in the still of morrow.

Sweat upon the brow, and how!

a silent vow,

facing the winds of now.

Shaped by ripples and storms, 

true to form, 

cool, intentional and warm.

The amalgamation of souls, 

young or old,

brazenly arrogant and bold.

Steadfast in steps till it breaks, 

reality wakes, 

a silhouette of mistakes.

Trust, is a bitter pill to swallow, 

a futility of tomorrow,

twisted in the wreckage of sorrow.

KEC

aka Deo Volente

9.12.2026