Inexcusable Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When someone has lost credibility,
At the high price paid...
Using the expensive cost,
To betray with deceit laid.

It becomes difficult to sit and sip tea again,
With those who are known...
To do anything to win,
Their own defeat with bleakness gained.

And there is no satisfaction that comes...
Acknowledging those who have chosen,
To have their sheep clothing
Tailored to disguise their wolf eyes.

This will still show...
Once the focus has expose them,
For what is in their hearts!
And that tea will never be as sweet again to sip.

Those who deceive,
Pay a price they do not believe.
And no one cares to hear them beg for forgiveness.
There is something that one does,
And how that is done...
That stays inexcusable.

'How come you didn't tell me I was backstabbing you?
We could have sat and talked about it.
I didn't realize my actions done,
You would come to personalize! '