Trampled

You fed me hope with hollow hands,

Then vanished like the shifting sands.

Each promise made, then left to die,

Beneath your ever-changing sky.

I waited with a heart so wide,

Believing love would turn the tide.

But empty words and silent nights

Replaced the warmth with phantom fights.

A soul can only bend so far

Before it breaks where bruises are.

And mine, once dancing at your flame,

Now barely whispers out your name.

You can't keep pulling love apart

And ask it still to crave your heart.

A garden trampled will not bloom—

Affection needs a place, not gloom.

So now, don't ask where my fire went,

It flickered out on your neglect.

For craving dies where pain repeats,

And even longing knows defeat.