Treachery

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    • melanie23
    • I should be publishing a book of poetry soon.

    Treachery

    My heart is filled with hurt and sorrow,
    And I know not what to do.
    The pain lashes at me like so many chains,
    Riping me, burning me, cutting me in two.

    The knife was plunged, then twisted and turned,
    By someone I thought I knew.
    I thought this someone held me in their heart.
    I thought that they were true.

    But I discovered I was wrong in my judgment,
    And their betrayal cut so deep.
    I thought not of putting up my guards.
    Now my blood flows due to their treachery.

    Will my wounds ever heal?
    Only time will tell.
    For now I remain shrouded in grief,
    Because her betrayal hurt like hell.

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    bforibus commented on Treachery

    08-26-2009

    mmmmmm. sounds like my life story. and the street goes 2 ways on this road. can't always know whats on every1 elses heart but knowing whats on your own is sometimes harder. great job

    TheAngelOfDeath commented on Treachery

    08-26-2009

    In a flash life ends with the betraly of a freind..That you though you knew..But once you can look past the pain..your future turns and follows you.

    melanie23

    03/05/2011

    that would be true if the treachery was commented by a friend. but it wasnt a friend who plunged the knife... it was my mother

    ripper commented on Treachery

    08-21-2009

    Damn.... No mre telling a prose for the hurt that we can do to one another.... better to have loved and lost? try it some time.. I love this poem very good work

    nadronnoco commented on Treachery

    08-21-2009

    this is a good one , I like the descriptions that you are using.....you feel the pain here.. nice work

    bluewolf commented on Treachery

    08-21-2009

    Alfred Tennyson: I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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