Rock to Hold

Is my back you say you watch,
Still guarded by your protective eye?

Why do I suspect your whispers,
Bring me not cheers...
But a reason to cry?

Is there an unleashing of deceit,
You wish to keep discreet and secret?
Is there envy in your need...
To feed my suspicions,
With a feeling of intuition sent.

I want to suspend this,
As a misundestanding uncomprehended.
But you do not hide,
A harbored intention meant.
Cloaking hints of resentment.
Aiding my discomfort.
Which baits a bitterness I wish not have visit.

Is my back you say you watch,
Still guarded by your protective eye?

Why do I suspect your whispers,
Bring me not cheers...
But a reason to cry?
To leave me with an alibi,
To severe ties from you!

And you have been my rock,
To hold.
And sometimes boldly shoulder.

Has our relationship come to this?
A series of clues...
What we had has been set adrift.
With introductions of mistrust,
And deceit soon to come through once kissed lips.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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