The betrayer
Summer sweet
Kiss of a Judas
Lights upon
The warm night
Narrow roads
Voice tender
Disregard.
The hour chimed
Tears on clocks face
Hands trembling
To meet
The moment of shame
Shuddering upon impact
Lies woven
Fairytale deceit.
Footsteps to echo
Upon your heels
You departed East
Away from the path
Your home North
A foolish fool
Cruel in such lies
Even time wept.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Each line a drop of rain fallen pool to form a puddle. Nicely written a fave
very kind, appreciated and thanks
You are most welcome
Your poem captures the profound ache of betrayal, moving from the false warmth of “summer sweet” to the piercing rupture of a “Kiss of a Judas,” where even time itself bends under the weight of deception. The trembling clock hands and “tears on clock’s face” evoke a grief so deep it distorts reality, while the choice to “depart East” instead of returning North becomes a symbolic turning away from truth. In the end, the image of time weeping seals this as more than a personal wound; it’s a wound felt in the fabric of the world itself. 🕊️🙏🏻
spot on my friend, as always much appreciated, thanks
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