UNRESOLVED...

Deceit wears a Janus face;

its self veiled in angelic façade

whose fixed smile

is magnetized mesmerism;

unhappiness breeds contempt

teasing innocence

into its woven web of misery;

morality, not favored nor desired,

decayed in the cocooned cell

created in the web’s confining labyrinth;

compassion, a stranger of instinct,

has failed to be learned; suffering relieved

only by that of others.  What greater healing

than injecting such on those once loved?

Bereft of reasoning, misery seeks misery

and forgiveness remains an elusive discovery;

tears, an unemotional exhaust of afterthought;

leaving a dry mirroring sheen—Cracked.

Washed and drained in morning showers.

How long before the reservoir of grief

runs dry;

and the cistern of love overflows?

Pray tell…How long?