BETRAYAL
Like New York City, twenty four-seven.
Like the order of the universe.
Caught somewhere between hell and heaven.
Confusion is my curse.
I give my soul and let them in.
And they give shelter to my trust.
In a blink of an eye, faster than light.
What was once etched in stone, now
crumbles to dust.
I feel betrayed.
I've given my heart.
I felt betrayed.
As it was torn apart.
But they have stolen nothing.
Only took what I was willing to give.
And who is really to blame?
And who should live with the shame?
Who we truly are is how we live.
Feelings breathe a life of their own.
There is no captain at their helm.
They can change course to parts unknown.
Kings and queens of their own
individual realms.
So I ask who is the betrayer.
Is it them or me.
Who's the savior of love, and who is
the slayer
Only then, when we find the answer
can we truly be free
Michael Robert Kasper ©