drops
full of anger, guilt and betrayal pouring down
from
my eyes like rain in a sleepless night
soaked
in blood and it’s stains on my gray shirt
two
daggers stabbed at the same spot
their
existence in my words and work
but
for them I’m just a mirage,
a
pseudo reflection of life in a dead desert
a
hand to pull them out of it, a toy to be pushed into it
a
ecosystem flourishing in peace but burnt down by fire one night
my
quill, my papers untouched for a time,
lived
in an illusion, a lie, that unforgivable sin
About:- This poem deals with emotion of betrayal from someone who you used to be close, they exist in everything you do whether its a piece of art or your memories but for them you were never really important.
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