Betrayal’s Web

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Betrayal greets you at the door
With a friendly smile
And a warm embrace

It draws you in
Through misled trust
And portrays itself
As your closest friend

It entraps the mind
Through web weaved lies
Spewing hollow words
Full of empty praise

And weeps like rain
On a stormy day
When the slightest doubt
Threatens to unveil its skin

It digs into your deepest realm
Where every shameful memory dwells
And plucks them, intently
Like a thief

To hold your crest
High,
Above your head
Tainted by deceit

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Lodged by Robert Frost

The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

This poem, by Robert Frost, holds much meaning for me. It reminds me of my childhood and the suffering I endured due to my very own family. Does this poem hold any personal meaning for you? What is your take on its meaning?

I Will Not…

I will not trade this soul of glass
For one that masks my every wrath
Nor bury it in fear of shame
To protect what little pride remain
But drape it gently across my heart
As a window in, to view my scars

I will not let my eyes shift south
Should sorrow beckon to stain my cheek
Nor hang my head in a moment’s doubt
As affliction impels me to silently weep

I will not stand upon your field
Unarmored, with no sword no shield
Nor turn my back for you to strike
Upon me blindly, as a coward might

I will not question reason’s end
Where intent could only be presumed
Nor hope the bond of friendship mend
As cryptic jabs spill forth with truth

So many memories to evade…
Stagnant
Reeking
Lies
Betrayed