Betrayal, doubt, and more besides

The tears that sprang from yesterday, that stalled a dream,

And bred dismay, that conjured up long sleepless nights, betrayal,

Doubt, and more besides. A wounded heart that felt the pain,

Of withered roots devoid of rain, a cornerstone, a crumbling

Mass, a promise made that didn’t last.

That didn’t last, yet didn’t fade, as years went by the past remained,

An aide-memoire, a wicked deed, that left a poor girl's heart to bleed.

A lover’s blood, a wasted source, a fountain poured from dusk to

Dawn, an injured mind a broken heart, lips that called his name out

Loud, but no reply, a girl marooned, to weep and wonder, heal her

Wounds.

Does love persist at any cost, I’m bound to say that ‘yes it does,’

For in a bedroom far away, where grass was greener yesterday...

But no, that’s just a handy phrase, to cover up mistakes he made,

Mistakes that dwell where no thoughts should, an ink stained slate,

Defaced and smudged; and on the nights when rest should come,

Her image haunts his lonely room, he sees her face, her loving

Smile, the trusting girl he left behind. Escape won’t come, it

Never does, to those who cheat and swindle love.

© Joseph G Dawson