Glint

Misused, confused,
My trust abused,
Your burning hands
Were not refused

My life forsook,
Your touch, your look
My reputation
Cost enough.

But how you lied
I'm cast aside
My dreams, destroyed
I see your pride

That devil quick
to spite, to fly;
The glint, that evil,
In your eye.

The Green Flare - A Short Sentence

I'm in a prison,

Did a small wrong,

 and

They locked me up;

But not for long...