Storm

But these rays of happiness

Cannot last for long.

I thought perhaps

I had built a shelter

From myself

But in my foolish hope
I built no walls.

But somehow,

They are still falling down.

There is nowhere

Left to hide

From the truth.

From myself.

I cower

In the vain trust

That maybe

I can dream

Back to my past

I prefer

Hollow lies

To this deep truth.

How could I

Have thought

That it could be so simple

The real traitors

Are those within

Not those who told me

Oh so long ago

That things would change.

Can I again

Pick up the pieces

Of a heart broken

That when put together

It only resembles

A broken soul?