In the quiet corners of my mind,
Shadows dance with whispers low,
Trust once solid now unkind,
Seeds of doubt begin to grow.
Promises once held so dear,
Now seem fleeting, lost in haze,
Each word spoken fuels the fear,
In the labyrinth of trust’s maze.
Eyes that once were filled with light,
Now search for truth behind the veil,
Hearts once pure now fear the night,
Trust’s foundation starts to fail.
Yet in this storm, a hope remains,
That trust can heal and find its way,
Through the struggles and the pains,
To bring back light to darkened day.