I AM BETRAYED!


 


I am betrayed!


The breast once warm now cold,


Bleeds! With what? Blood!


The life blood of the fool.


The depths are dark pools;


Pools stirred in agony,


To race forward and to reach such thoughts,


And be a frame of mind, now taut


With tensions that are no sorry thing!


 


I am betrayed!


My youth offered many promises;


Dreams of new horizons; now left wanting;


Dreams of whose making?


There is no reality in a dream!


My nights, sleepless pass, wasting,


Wasting by! The darkness claims a hold,


On the pathways to the centre of my being.


I am betrayed!


 


Hell has its fury!


And there is scorn!


Life carries a tedious load;


The body carries little,


No matter if the shoulders are broad.


There is no place protected,


There is no haven from fear, or disappointment,


From which growth will develop.


I am betrayed!


 


If I plead my case,


Who will listen?


If I cry aloud,


Who will care?


My nightmare my own remains,


Unheard by those who will pass,


From shadow into shadow,


From dusk to dawn, and dawn to dusk.


I am alone!


 


I am betrayed!


I gave my self, my youth, my promise;


Away; for what purpose?


Reckless thoughts took form and shape,


Reality evaded the dream!


Gifts squandered and wasted,


Poured out, poured down on fallow soil,


Withered grass and coarse ground!


I am betrayed!


 


 


My betrayal, like many more,


The result of foolish pride;


Shortsightedness and blindness


To intent and purpose.


The thief comes from the darkness,


Clouding the horizons, shading the light.


The guise masterful, the cloak devised


To mislead and to chastise!


I am betrayed! Condemned to die!


 


Apr. 20th 1995 © Will George


Will George Poet

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