Trust

When trust turns to dust

I fall through space

Clutching at straws

Like a dying man

Fearing the embrace of the void

Surrender then becomes

A vast echo chamber

For all of my fears

From past years

Resounding out their upset

In the space between my ears

Lost to me

Is the knowledge

That the present is not always like the past

And not everyone fails to be there

And then the void I encounter is deep

I get no sleep at all

For when trust is gone

All I long for

Is extinction

An end to the haunted wasteland

Of my fears