On the worst of times, with no apparent reason
Without explanation or consideration
Left in the dust with no one to trust.
Alone in defeat, broken and beat
Suddenly abandoned.
Desolate and lonesome; longing for someone
They, who you trust the most, left you deposed.
And the one you loved the best,
Deserted you, like the rest.
Should you do the same and forget the task;
Do you stay true or do you wear a mask?
If you choose to go on, then not for long
On your success, they will be the ones–abandoned.
Peter Hill
Thoughts Of An Ordinary Man By Peter Hill 