BETRAYAL'S STRING

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My heart was full of trust and love,

For those I thought were my brothers,

We shared our joys and tears together and I thought our bond would last forever.

But little did I know, deceit was near

And those I trusted would soon bring me pain,

Their smile hid knives and their words were lies,

And my heart was about to realize 

The pain of betrayal cut so deep,

 like a knife that pierced my soul's sleep,

I thought we had bond of trust and might,

But it was all fake a disguise in sight.

I gave them all my heart and soul and they repaid me with a bitter role

Their betrayal was a wound that wouldn't heal 

And I was left to pick the pieces I feel.

The sadness of being wronged by those I loved,

It was a weight I couldn't shake or move,

It stayed on, a constant pain, and a reminder of the trust that was in vain.

But still, I rise, I heal, I move on and learn not to trust again,

Though it is hard to be strong for the memories of betrayal still remains and the sting of hurts will forever sustain.

Yet I know am not the alone for many have walked this path, this road of stones,

And though the pains may never never fully fade, I will rise above, and a new path will be made 


BY NICHOLAS OKON

      

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