BELOVED DECEIVER

Like tree limbs at the mercy of the wind,

Is the reality I occupy?

Bending and squirming to avoid the misunderstandings that lurk.

Where do I belong?

 As far as I am concern this is no man’s turf.

A prisoner of a war of which I did not enlist.

If this is truth I want none of it.

Deceived by that which gives me life.

I hunger for more but for some reason I don’t know why.

A boulder rests where the deceiver lives.

I must trust more than I can bear,

HE will not give.