Betrayal walked
with crooked feet
in total secrecy,
surrounded by
its shadow cloak
invisible to me.
Amygdala!
you have betrayed
for reasons known to God,
survival must,
by Satan's law
give only you the nod.
Yes, increasingly it seems that villains prosper while victims suffer. A succinct but strong poem. I'm just sorry that you're in it, Herbs. G.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I wish that I had something clever to say that would ease your pain at 'betrayal on crooked feet, ' but I don't. Been there, done that! Betrayal never goes away - but it does get easier to live with!