You brought me in — your kindness
My friend
I trusted you, told you secrets
Buried inside for many years
Then I set my armour down,
Forgetting to keep it near
You struck me hard,
Sent me tumbling
I tried to get up ...
You slashed me with your sword
Slicing me into belittled pieces,
Leaving me to bleed to death
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
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Owch! Betrayal is the worst kind of pain.
ReplyDelete(Don't worry, I'll never ask you about your secrets)
Eric,
ReplyDeleteIt seems it happens more often than we like.
But as we grow older, hopefully wiser.
And don't fret I'll never tell. ;)
Pamela
Oh, Pamela, I am glad I visited your poem. I haven't written mine yet (will attempt it soon), but it has given me an idea, which I had lacked! I've had similar things happen! Ouch.
ReplyDeleteMary,
ReplyDeleteI have been thinking lately how people have come to me in the past in the guise of friendship. Only to leave me disappointed. And it always hurts. I am glad I was an inspiration for you.
Pamela
Visceral piece of writing...I know this pain for I once set down my armor in the presence of someone I thought was a friend...felt.
ReplyDeleteThanks dasuntoucha. It stinks when people do this kind of thing to others.
ReplyDeletePamela
Nothing quite like betrayal, is there? You did portray this very well..good!!
ReplyDeleteLyn,
ReplyDeleteNo there is nothing quite like it.
Thanks.
Pamela
Definitely a dark poem, Pamela. Hope you get over it.
ReplyDeleteDiane,
ReplyDeleteThanks and I think I am well on my way.
Pamela