His faithless fault brings fury to the sea
Her rage gives way to waves upon the shore
These sands of trust that now can never be
A barren land, this storm has now left poor
Ceaseless tossing of the wretched waters
Serves only to perpetuate her wrath
Fixation on the pain that causes bothers
Will only lead her on a cynic’s path
It does one’s heart no good to hold contempt
Forgive him for the thing that proved to tempt
Written Jan. 2009
A Lissah Johnson Original ©
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