The devoted part of us, the sacred, silent part,
We betray you!
You are the good, the perfect and the joyous singing.
We close our eyes in shame, and turn, quickly to depart,
It is all true!
We just cannot accept the proposal of meaning.
You have no doorway open, no entrance or pathway,
We delay you!
We have set false demons at the gate to hinder you.
We have tempests of hatred and cyclones of dismay,
Waiting for you!
So you imitate joy to avoid an interview.
Yet you stay hidden, saddened by the beauty unseen,
We deny you!
As we deny the exquisite wonder you possess.
We are now damned players in a prophecy foreseen.
Lights are on you!
Let us not suffer this long betrayal, and distress,
Of our own volition.
Reveal yourself, be born, that we might not
Bear the burden of life alone.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Self betrayal the worst of all. A lack of strength in body or mind maybe a weak spirit. A powerful poem that cries out for revelation. Well worded David
Thank you. The overwhelming onslaught upon a sensitive mind forces that person to retreat which is a betrayal in my opinion.Thanks for you insight.It is always correct
You are most welcome David it may not always be the intent of the writer but what strikes me in that interaction between the written and the eye of the reader. Two spirits in interaction forms a blend that is often more than either by themselves.
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