Trophy
Guided and trusting
He led me into dark places
Mindful of his hands
He guided me carefully
No thoughts of worry or care
I trusted him fully
His smile led me astray
Now I weep dreadfully
Soiled dove, hope fails
Soon I will hang dolefully
Upon rafter high
Because I trusted him fully
Lover betrayed my innocent heart
Now I hang as his trophy
This poem is about:
Our world