The familiar sting of betrayal,
The curse of confusion.
The blurr of rage,
The twisted lies.
The desperacy of the moment,
The feeling of dread.
And I am here standing,
With a gun to my head.
Don't be in despair - repent - and you will feel Love of God!
Why those who betray - always feel like Judas? Thank you for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Harsh reality - I like it. Truthful, to the point, how the horrible can make the good feel!