Betrayal,
The word itself mocks a blade,
Though it most likely draws more blood,
Given that you've been played,
A sword is merely an instrument,
Whilst treachery is the musician,
I'll shake my head and walk away,
Wrestling the need to reveal what they'd done,
For only my core will hold the burden,
Until the fire of a gun,
But my mind will for eternity,
Host the burns from the fire,
Reminders of the turbulent debate,
That took place between adept liars,
For its not the first time this body secures such a blow,
The walls are thick enough to echo the voices, though.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
