Suspicion, the strong spirit that deastroys love <br />Is usually the brew of a lonely heart <br />Deeper than abyss <br />Concoction of strange imaginings <br />And absurd cravings <br />Dashing to and fro like a devil <br />Desirous of selling some cheap <br />Bloody wares <br />On the thoroughfare of fanaticism <br />Patronised by only souls <br />Besotted with affection <br /> <br /> <br />Suspicion, a recurring mental mirage <br />Creation of vapourous random thoughts <br />Bent on protecting porous devious dreams <br />Hatched in the incubator of personal desires <br />That run contrary to reason <br />And so must we debar ourselves from entering <br />This torture chamber <br />For true love believes all things. <br /> <br />(c) Chris Jibero.2011.<br /><br />Chris Jibero<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suspicion-5/
