A work in progress.

Sitting, sitting, under the tree,
wandering, wandering, in my mind.
The thoughts flow,
one to another, unceasingly.

Hate, such a strong word.
An even stronger feeling.
Deeply cemented into my heart...
unable to root it out.

Betrayal,

Lies. Everywhere, everyone.
No one is left unaffected.
The withering touch, pulls,
pulls apart families and lives.