An Art Of Betrayal Poem by Ashwin Satyal

Im not a poet, Im not a philosopher
All I do, is describe the word 'suffer'
Yes suffer, the holy word for demon.
A demon is just an artist,
Colours are missing, blood is what he paints.

But colours are the expression of an artist,
An artist of love, death and sorrow
Life is a dark cave with souls of light all around,
But dont be mistaken, Im not Pablo Picasso.

Well,
I saw my lady last night,
I was horrified, it felt as if she had been crucified.
But yes; I saw her and I could read her mind
Like an artist,
But not like a psychatrist.

Oh holy father,
I am here writing a poem,
Hoping to get my love back.
Not love, but an art of betrayal.
But I thank the one who betrayed me,
If you hadn't dumped me,
I would have never grown stronger.
So, this is me, again; trying to get my weakness back.

Im not a poet, Im not a philosopher,
All I want is love, God I miss her! ! !