I feel frustrated with the continual hindrance
At times imposed emptiness exasperates me
And hovering, is that false sense of loneliness
Though I am so filled with love, happiness and joy
A little sadness sometimes flits like a hummingbird
Who's drawn by the nectar; that sustains its energy
I swallow those bitter pills you lace with untruths
And they ease through my being causing no ill effects
Yet ironically I notice you seem more affected than I
As you prolifically spin and weave bristling yarns
You’re designing garments to suit your own needs
And textures and colours seem obscenely obscure
My comfort resides within my solid foundations
My honour enhanced by the trust I have earned
But you weaken yours every time you build on!
