Deception

                          Deception




Is it a tale of deception or a misunderstanding of intention? 
Was there a hidden agenda or an unfortunate result?
Did the deed require great planning,
Or happen without thought to consequence?

Neither the reason nor the results lessen the pain.
Reflecting back does not ease the breach.
It matters not why or how the offense landed,
Just the audacity of deception  inflicted on another.

No glue can repair the break of heart.
Nor words bring back the loss of trust.
What remains are fragments of truth,
Lying on the floor unable to be justified.

Resulting in one who was positive is now a cynic.
Unable to trust as once they could.
Perhaps life’s small deceptions are harmless.
Question remains, how many does it takes to damage.