Stabbed By My Dear Friend
A POEM OF BETRAYAL
Who would have thought
That the knife I dreadful of lived with me.
It came as a wolf in sheep's clothing
Unspotted with a glittery fur
And innocence in his eyes
I left my guards and showed him my weaknesses
And he laughed at me with a sour tongue
But I was too blind to see, entangled with a twine of love
I was too young to know that not all that glitters are gold
And I left my walls vulnerable for cracks
It wasn't the pain of the metal pierced into me
It wasn't the blood that gush out of me that was most painful
But the face of who held the knife
He laughed as he watched my life draining out
Like the ticking of a clock, he waited patiently
I watch the walls I have built for years crushed
The laughters turned into crying, the memories into regret
This wasn't the promises, this wasn't the future we dreamt of
Stabbed by my dear friend, a brother
I knew I was gotten to survive it but with a scar
How hurtful it can be when we are harmed by our very beloved.
When we trust a person so much even at the expense of our soul.
This has happened between family, friends, and close acquaintances.
Nice lines by the way!
Rightly said, it hurt most when we realize this. Thanks for your feedback
This is a perfect image of what betrayal is. It sends shivers down my spine.
Most often when we imagine the worse, it makes us fear for ourselves and what lies ahead. Thanks for reading through
What a profound writing, someone once said that the friend is the enemy that has not yet attacked and I think this poem expresses it very well, thank you for sharing.
Rightly said, most friends aren't true friends. They are there to know all it takes to bring one to his fall.
Thanks for your comment, so grateful