Rumblings

Low down in my heart it rumbles;
Starts off small as tiny grumbles.
Picking at the things you do
And slowly losing trust in you.
I can’t discern if you are true
Or if you’re someone else…

I look for trickery and shrewdness.
I jump on any sign of lewdness.
Always searching for your worst,
I’m at the ready to be hurt.
I can’t just take you at your word,
In case you’re someone else…

I will put down this rabid dog,
Who lurks in slowly with the fog.
I’ll try to see your faithfulness,
And coax my heart to deference
So I can still be called your friend.
For you might be true of heart.

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One thought on “Rumblings

  1. wastelandexplorer says:

    Nice, I like this poem.

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