He was my brother until now,
a trusted friend who shared
a childhood of great dreams
who read the stories of the blood
that could be shared between
two genuine pals, by birth.
Yet he betrayed my trust,
with a disgraceful shame
and lack of plain humanity
to others, it was not to be
that honesty could rule
nor would it now survive.
I do not understand the world,
perhaps I never did,
the knife was twisted
and left in place, deep in
the soul that in the past
would without question
have died for you, my boy.
It is a hard thing when you lose someone that close to you. Being betrayed for whatever the reason is a hard thing to forgive. Nice write Herbert.
Quiet but searing pain stemming from arguably the worst form of treachery. Here's my hand, Herbs. Love, Gina.
Friendships betrayed are a hard one to come to terms with Herbert. But we have no choice or be burned for our oversight! from my experience anyway. 10 from Tai, wishing you happy Easter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when we are betrayed it hurts and it only hurts because we love them...but brings to mind a saying i heard...those who deserve love least need it the most..and..forgiveness is giving love when there is no reason to...great poem, i really liked it