Surety, reliance, certainty and faith, And all else that has gone with you.

I tried to hold on to the ends of something, But not one thing remained from your hue. My hands are ghastly now that your colours have broke loose, Trust was my favourite colour of them all that complete... Undeservedly painted over within moments by you, Your hands must be drenched in shades of deceit! You can wash them all you want with compunction now, The sea will not be enough and nor will the rains, And if one day they offer their grip... I'd be reminded of today by their prominent stains! I have learnt not to sail the world with friendship, Instead I use a ship that I built of my own, And through every wind every storm every calm... I am happy to sail it all the way alone!

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