A Story Of Betrayal Poem by Abdullah Ramadan

There were once walls, around my core
There were once guards, wielding swords
Then they all, just disappeared
On the path, to my heart

They took advantage, of the hole
Slipped the dagger, into it's goal
I felt the wound, as it bled
A friend you were not, oh they said

I ripped them out, of my core
I closed the hole, 'twas a chore
I stitched the wound, with broken strings
Strings made of empty, hopeless lies

I ran away, into the night
I left behind, all my might
I found a place, to call home
I found someone, all alone

I spoke to them, of betrayals past
I saw hope, where there was none
The walls rebuilt, began to fall
The guards not watched, began to sleep

The wound with time, became a scar
Passion with care, became love
The scar with love, was not a mar
And betrayal, not spoken of

There were once walls, around my core
There were once guards, wielding swords
Then they all, just disappeared
On the path, to my heart