Troubled mind mired in darkness
Turning within a timeless spiral
In deep thoughts of our aquaintance
Never have I demanded loyalty
But its loss is as keenly felt
As its existance was assumed
And now the final blow is nigh
Imminent in act, yet cloudy in reason
The thought of deceit, the act of treason
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
profound poem, Brian. Betrayal through deceit is treasonous. Thanks for sharing.