Love: Betrayed Poem by Deva De Silva

The days of an eternal woman in drab and in dread
Each moment, each second multiplied into an eternity
Where there's no escape routes or Plan B's devised for worst cases
In her squirming heart, bloody trails of pain hardened by the second
A thick black crust hiding the warm red smears trickling underneath
Sadness dims her vision, chokes rationality to flee far
Where the eye cannot see

At un-godly hours, confronted with the most unlikely events
Days lay bare to the nights closing in vengeance, smacking its lips
She gasped in pain, excruciatingly familiar that ran down her spine
She gasped with the unknown that reels her over to the edge;
Straddling with strategies to end its fate; amicably or otherwise
Her ultimate actions don't discriminate among hers, his, and theirs

A pain born of a love untrue, betrayed, and distrustful
In the dark, her loneliness turns into helplessness deemed
Oh the wakeful dreams that haunt, and the haunting dreams that sprawl
She doesn't complain, the eternal woman in drab walks by in dread
Instead I weep, my tear streaks plug my ears, blocking out the world
Instead, I device ways to erase her tears, bring her sanity back
She says; bring me solace, bring me regret, bring me doom
I say; break the bonds, free of guilt, flee at the first chance

Her spirit is captivated in an unconditional and nonexistent past
The once hope of living the dream, been holed and discarded over time
It leaves her empty with a grief, a deep guilt she willingly summoned
Ask of life what you want of this moment! Don't look back.
Will she reach out and end her unending anguish?
Ask of unknown powers for unwavering strength! Don't give in.
Will the silent void of darkness vanish
The reply may sound undistinguished
Meaning weighing heavier than her mere existence

'Why? ' you may ask 'Do we let others unworthy of us pray on us? '
I say, because deep in our heart we believe that's what we deserve!
No more. No less.