Ephemeral Trust

A future laid to rest

On a rainy day, his voice did say, “Let’s walk, let’s talk, along the way.” No harm foreseen, I let defenses down, Trusting blindly, headed for the town.

The destination known, obscured by trust, He sought solace where others would combust. Graveyards, an odd choice, a different view, A perspective shifted, and I thought it true.

A shame to my brain, it was all over, Thinking this stroll would help me recover. But it was gone, that chance, that day, Redemption found in the graveyard clay.

“Safe flight,” he said, it was time for the light, Yet my brain couldn’t ring the alarm in the night. So obvious in daylight, I was heading to hell, A truth I missed, as the raindrops fell.

And then he spoke, with a voice so deep, The Grim Reaper himself, my soul to reap. In the graveyard’s embrace, my fate was sealed, A life story ended, a truth revealed.

I harbored no doubt that I was facing death, Yet I wonder where the Grim Reaper kept his scythe, Cool, I thought, facing the inevitable’s call, Yet now I see, I was the fool, deceived after all.