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Traitor in Our Midst
Inexorably I had prepared for our bond
Risked everything, I waited patiently
Years I dreamed my waking days away
For the dreams to come only while sleeping
Twenty years is only a marker in time
Five more a friendship is marked for death
Nearly two more than life had blessed you with
There was not enough in all the universe
How can such bright sunlight leave no shadows?
So blinded was eye that I could not see
Hidden in plain sight on a plane over my head
When you slipped behind the shadow he did not leave
Knowing twenty winters I endured cast away
Knowing my island charts were torn in a storm
Knowing I would not be home on Christmas day
Knowing you would be, the traitors knife sunk in
Risked everything, I waited patiently
Years I dreamed my waking days away
For the dreams to come only while sleeping
Twenty years is only a marker in time
Five more a friendship is marked for death
Nearly two more than life had blessed you with
There was not enough in all the universe
How can such bright sunlight leave no shadows?
So blinded was eye that I could not see
Hidden in plain sight on a plane over my head
When you slipped behind the shadow he did not leave
Knowing twenty winters I endured cast away
Knowing my island charts were torn in a storm
Knowing I would not be home on Christmas day
Knowing you would be, the traitors knife sunk in
Published 19th Jul 2015
| Edited 18th Nov 2017
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20th Jul 2015 8:04pm
It's been said we can only be hurt by someone we've put belief in. This is a fine example of that. It's always what we don't see, and the self regret of that that kills me, for it is our nature to want to believe, even though the truth has been right there before us the whole time. Sounds like you were betrayed by two in this one. Ouch! Sadly I can relate.
Michael
Michael
Indeed! My best friend of 25 years stole my girlfriend just a few months after she moved in with me. I never would have believed it if I hadn't become suspicious enough to set up an audio recorder when I left the apartment to go to Christmas dinner at my relative's house and she said she wanted o stay home. It seemed very strange to me, so I hid the little digital recorder I used to record poetry readings I would go to. Thank God it wasn't a video recorder, I might have killed myself if I had to see what I heard...
JJ
20th Jul 2015 10:40pm
21st Jul 2015 1:07pm
I often wonder about stuff like that. How can you make love to another when you are still in a relationship with a person. Boggles the mind. Poetryman...I agree, video would have been disgustingly devastating.:) Good read nevertheless.
21st Jul 2015 7:55pm
Thank you for commenting Grace! Pain is a great inspiration for poetry, but too much of it can be a killer. The two people I loved the most shot me in the heart through the back with a double barreled shot gun. It was almost too much to hear. I think the only thing that kept me alive at that moment was that my anger overwhelmed the pain. It still makes me angry to think about it now.
22nd Jul 2015 4:09am
