A Treatise on Betrayal

The first para was written a week ago.....Should have finished it then..Damn I messed it up!

The thoughts quiver,the vows burn

promises sublimate, like handsome chemistry

The usual taste of febrile hope.

Fumes grow darker

Those once adored are

no longer them

There is nothing left but 

memory of the ungrateful

and cinders, ruins of faithfulness.

Betrayal, You're pit cold

Holding me like a former lover,

a trusted one

You bring back my torn-out dreams

I am at your mercy, as you push me into 

an endless pit of thorns

I have nothing left, but scars

The empty, cold stare, holds more thoughts now

From chuckle to battle,

from life to death
What Reward is this to the one betrayed !

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[. serah .]

-- i don't think you messed it up... -- it's an unforgettable piece... -- some of the expressions/images are especially remarkable... such as "usual taste of febrile hope"... "ruins of faithfulness"... "an endless pit of thorns" and "from chuckle to battle"... -- here, the poet seems to have endured an excruciating experience... -- what can one say except that betrayal stabs and wounds brutally...