the prized possession

tall, dark
not quite middle-aged
handsome face
so many shades of grey
he trusted you
to keep him safe
instead - betrayal
and he can’t walk away
the trauma trailing
forever it stays
the secrets
pinning him down with shame
so sharp the pain
he’s drifted out to sea
too far
shoreline now
imperceptibly disappearing
without solid ground
for him to stand upon
he falls back into routine
he’s never been so lonely
you’re to blame
you know your names
maybe soon
the rest of the world
will see the real you
and hell will be welcoming