Loss of My Fidelity

By Kalyani Warrier

The rug has been pulled from underneath

By all your sinful pleasures withheld,

I am damned in the court of my heart,

Trapped, prisoned and beaten

For the hope I carry in your wickedness.

I am being tried forever, in hopes of regaining composure,

But trapped I stay,

As I damn myself

For my credence of your embellished loyalty.

By Kalyani Warrier