Walking upon steps of betrayal, not knowing where they
will lead, afraid of whatever end is hidden.
Hesitantly watching passers-by, for signs of hatred,
and voices of lies.
Blurred vision, searching crowded by-ways for familiar
faces, finding none, standing aside in disputed disgrace,
cast out by another's unwilling sacrifice.
Seeking a place of respite, praying for deliverance,
knowing there will never be any in this lifetime.
Awakening each morning, hearing moans of despair blending
with agonizing cries of anguish, left standing in the air,
no where to dissipate or diminish.
Sequestered at last in a mind of innocence hidden away,
all beauty laid to rest.
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