Sometimes we say we could never turn our backs on the ones we love. Sometimes we mean it and sometimes we lie. Foreword                          Duplicity…And I’m left deafened by her absence.Guess I’ll never quite understand why She lets this frail-faith fester. How I Long for her company, her presence; If she’d only consider my needs Or the ways which love seemingly feedsOn fragile hearts and weaker souls.No. She only dwells in desiresOf duplicity; and that tires Me so: drilling sharp strategic holesIn my heart; kicking the dim-light outOf me until crying comes about, Or the trembling from her endless cold.Those double-standards overarchingMy sad demeanor; spirits marchingRight out of what love remains! She soldMe nothing, but her sincere pretenseAnd all the suspense of steel silence. by John Frosthttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-silence-in-duplicity/