A Dagger Called Betrayal - Poem by Orlando Belo
Without warning, you stabbed me,
with a dagger called betrayal.
You displayed no signs of emotion
then vanished into the rain and hail.
I was abandoned on an island of sorrow.
Lost in a maze of memories
that repeatedly flashed before my eyes.
There was no escaping your perfidy.
I died several times of heartbreak,
became withered like a discarded leaf.
My mind had been contaminated,
and time didn't bring relief.
Years later, I saw a reflection in a shop window,
it reminded me of you as you were,
but then a voice softly whispered my name.
It was you with greying hair.
Close up, betrayal had done you no favours,
you were burdened by the passage of time.
Your body was bent and decrepit,
and life's map showed every line.
I was angry with myself for wasting my life,
for not moving on to pastures new.
My book of life was filled with memory scars,
which all emanated from you.
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