Trust: Twice Rejected Undoes a Saint Trials. In that I trust so I fear.

 thinking to myself 

''what a blow out,

make a scene, frostbite jackpot:

words transited, bespoken

a trait of golden glee, artificial

the good Life is what is expected 

at Christmas times, cordially invited by

hold on now, the good lord son so wishes''

my ol' family doctor is a friend, a friend indeed

a borrowed uncle of the family, as one notices

should one care, his son and daughter cousins

a bound binding as time travels near the gravity pull

weakens, as the continents diverge the tarnation we call

home beacons satisfaction in pretense that one requires

a solution that suddenly disappeared as if their problem

was a shared lottery pot and their fate my own.

my old uncle is a doctor, convenient and wise in equal proportions

his generosity and kindness is contagious 

but my frail eloquent appeal is overrated, 

shit that I overplayed it 

from cloud nine I fall down

letdown by fancy I had taken upon

in a false step I took note of a weight

that without caution simply was not there

'trust me, I will be there when you need me, believe in me' 

I had forgotten why I broke every mirror I wielded

I have remembered why the comedown holds a grudge 

in the come around we lookout and yet we do not see

that I and my Ego will not be Safe Here.  

Trust: Twice Rejected Undoes a Saint Trials. 

In that I trust 

so I fear. my heart palpitates

my custom is mocked

my best practices at blame

for shame shade casts a wider shadow

all the way my hand caught at the swing

solace in the fact remake is as easy

as going away.