Betrayal

Foul thing! You got into my good books

Under the guise of something warm and kind.

Your agenda’d words with angled, vicious hooks

Poured like faker’s balm on anxious mind

 

You liar! For lurking in your darkness

Tucked behind a careful, radiant mask

Warped glimmers of you knew t’would come to this:

Already prepared for what would come to pass

 

Fie on me for having faith – you were just

A vile betrayer, all at once reneging

On fairness; hope, and friendship; happiness; trust –

Revealed as candied lies you had been pledging

 

Removing solid ground from ‘neath my feet

You left me dizzied – all the tables turned

From fire to ice, your quick-change now complete

And yet you held me there; let me get burned

 

For now I’m walking soft with unsheathed claws

Alert for signs which real-ise my fears

Displayed in friends who still are mine and yours:

That you’ve been pouring poison in their ears

 

You’ve no ammo, but beware – tread carefully

I’m living poised to pounce and rip and bite

Unfettered, ’cause you’re already dead to me

Just dare to tempt me; t’will be my dark delight.

 

I do badly with betrayal, especially when it arrives in my world in several different brands at once, all equally destabilising. For now I stay my rage and rampage with words, but if the time must come when more is unleashed at its sources, then so be it.

Nothing like a step from silly to vengeant in one fell day of poetry…