Trust Dilemma.. Lovelle Sumayang

Paranoia kills.
It shoots like a gun,
And there boom,
The joy is killed.

It thrusts.
As a sharp arrow,
It darts through
The heart to sorrow.

When the bomb smokes,
Its smell stupefy,
That crimps the head
And zips the tongue.

So I try to shield,
Trying to conceal,
To preserve the honey
And the sets of roses.

I then take refuge,
By the trust and faith,
Wearing the armours
To fight this combat.

And when the trust
Go triumph over fear,
Joy comes real shining
As bright as noonday.

©Lovelle Sumayang
📷Rekha Garton