Trust is a dangerous notion, judgement's curse
a poisonious potion, deranging minds.
Hearts shattered of the sincerely kind.
Faith is a fever, of things broken the first.
Siblings shall always be inimical
And should be viewed with gravest suspicion
Keep them away until life's attrition
Kills them all off, that's only practical.
It's parents with which we first do battle
When children they will tease and torment us
And assalting scold, "don't you make a fuss.",
As inside we scream, "I'm human not chattel."
As we grow learning to hide and to fear
It's certain we are not what we appear.
Author notes
But he seemed so nice, so harmless.
A contest entry
- A Celebration- 100 Word/Title Prompts! by Metaphorist.
600 points, ended September 28, 2008, 16 entries
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As we grow learning to hide and to fear
It's certain we are not what we appear.
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Great diction! A couple misspellings here and there, but the message is clear. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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Thanks for the comment. It's good of you to point out the missellings.
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