Hi All,
Not been around for a few days as had some family things to deal with.
My following offering is a poem about the betrayal of friendship. Something I am sure most will empathise with. Good friends are like gold dust. Rare and precious.
Betrayal
You feel the hurt so deep inside.
Embarrassed you just wanting to hide.
The betrayal you feel can’t compare,
To this alien emotion thats so rare
Such trust you placed upon this friend,
Never foreseeing so bitter an end?
So twisted, their lies came pouring out
Like liquid from a gushing spout.
Guilt befalls you and so begins
The self-analysis of all your sins,
What you said, where you went wrong.
Should you have sung a different song?
The consumption of your reasoned mind
Leave you rationalizing what you’ll find,
Inside this person you grew to know
And thoughts now of a quid pro quo.
Your words so twisted, misconstrued
From one whose intention was so skewed.
You must back away from this vicious devil
Don’t stoop down to their lower level.
By Helen Stallard
March 4, 2014
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