One door unopened

 I could dance forever
off my shoes
to my bare feet
spreading blood on the dance floor

so none could see the roar
of hurt from stretched trembling lips
like a death mask smiling
swallowing the pain

the giggles behind the closed door
roaring passion not mine
like the pierce of a sword
into my heart, eyes bleeding tears

laughing loud to drown the hurt
hoping no one see the screaming
behind extra bright eyes
trying hard not to open the door

ignoring the glaring truth
for a harmonious sleep
besides the beloved
not solely mine

watching him sleep
listening to him speak
waving him to work
dressed in blades
of hurt...
the betrayed.


*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*