Can I be saved from even righteous anger?
Can betrayal once ached be made somehow invalid,
struck from experience like crossing days off a calendar,
some mitigation by less perceived malice?
Can the residue left be somehow reconstituted,
reformed into a facsimile of trust so defeated?
Can gullibility as defense be refashioned
until one future day trust can be offered again?
Can you say where was this betrayal seeded,
close enough to inflict heartache
but so well disguised the heart missed
or dismissed as frivolous gossip?
Too many days, too many ways, too confident in denial
lent credence to vulnerability,
allowed the blindness love’s foolishness infects
to bring the sadness false promises inflict.
Ah, but if grudges were made of silver I’d be a baron,
if self-pity could be worn I’d be in J.Crew,
sharp dressed man, rings on both hands, wingtips spit shined;
if love so scorned could be reborn, I’d still have you.
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Dan Williams (
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This is wonderful reflection and I can safely say, those who cheat are not your true love. 🌹
A great poem about betrayal.
it gets you like that doesn't it Dan .. I know I've been there .. but then, who hasn't .. perfectly rendered my good man .. Neville
Regrets echo in this poem time can not be reset and life goes on. There are things that can not be made good. A sound of lament in this poem that carries a shadow and a haunting feeling for we all have our own shadows that are heavy to carry
Wonderfully written, Dan. And I also echo Teddy's words. Well done, my friend! 🌹🙏
Excellent write Dan
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