Divided and broken,
my heart shatters softly,
no ears to listen,
to my melancholy.
I scream, though silent,
as I fall through the dark,
nightmares whisper,
the landscape stark.
I feel the stab,
of a sword through my back,
and wonder if I could have,
foreseen the attack.
But blindly I trusted,
no heed to danger,
believing the good,
and smiling at strangers.
My trust is misplaced,
I'm not watchful, they say
I wish I'd listened,
they said it would end this way.