About the Poem
I was sitting one day reflecting on things of my past. My relationship with my father. Past girlfriends. Things that happened to me. I was thinking of all the times I had been betrayed and then I took an even deeper look at myself and saw that I had also been a betrayer.
That was something I didn't like seeing. Yet it was the truth. That deep look into my past, and more importantly, into myself is what led to the formation of this poem. That's right, it just formed itself as I moved my pencil along.
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Tears fall forth from my spirit
The knife that penetrated my heart
Is being twisted and twisted
The pain is exuberant,
The vocal blade has been sharpened
Delicately, the bearer of the blade
Approached from behind, as like Brutes.
As I turned for an embrace, I was pricked,
I drew back to look deep into the eyes
Of the one who betrayed me this way.
The hand never removed itself from the handle
Never tried to Hide it's guilt.
My torn open breast bleeds forth
On hands unrepentant, with no remorse
As I look into the face of my betrayer
A smile flashes back at me,
With another twist of his wrist I crash to my knees
This seems to discomfort my Brutus.
So he leans over to whisper sweet comfort in my ear
A Judas kiss on my cheek, then he disappears.
The blade is still embedded in my flesh
Deep in my bosom, blood still pours out
Mixed with the tears of my spirit
I will Never understand why.