Crash and Burn

[PrttyBrd]

The tidal wave continues. Battered and broken I crash on shore miles away from where I started and even further from where I will end up. The torrent of shadows of former friends block the sun. There is no sky. There is no moon. There is only emptiness and a cool breeze. Soon the wound left gaping by the trusted will fill in and heal over. Never the same. Never forgotten. Lessons learned the hard way. Trust given freely is seldom rewarded with respect. Sad state of affairs. Sad state of the people. How will they teach the up and coming how to be strong, or to be empowered to face hardship head on, when backward and underhanded seems to guide the soulless en masse.