the trap

it was a trap,
but was i really a victim,
tempted by the sweetness
of a delicate sanctuary?

i fear he would devour me
after he has sucked
all that is good
in my soul, in my heart,
until i am spent and wasted
and alive no more.

how can i escape this
entanglement, this dreadful
waiting for my death
or for a chance that he
may not be the enemy after all
but my redeemer?

do i have any power at all
to disengage myself
from the web of half-truths,
of lies i made myself believe?

i fear no death is graver than love unreturned.