Forever, a face
Of mine looms
Behind careful composure.
Waiting, longing,
A forceful shadow.
With surety, in doubt
Of personal opinion
Faithless it flies.
Scouting for laws
And human truths denied.
Spotting opportunity
In a friend’s love forsaken.
She does her best
To show me hard truth
And I unwillingly defer.
Gone is my value,
My own self lost,
Beliefs rocked and trodden.
Eternal proof satisfied,
it feasts on meagre confidence.
By Lena Britnell
