Micro Poetry

Betrayal

Far from peace I sailed
Traumatised, a dark cloud,
gulped with anger and evil rain
It’s coming and therein pain

No one’s seen betrayal with crossed arms
Or a smile too pure, everly welcoming,
but a growing thorn
With a pinch of trust, I’m slain and fallen and on this grounds I call for justice

Unknown terror of chances
Thou an ominous healer
A midnight walker
I’d look high to the clouds
And seek for your dose
Should be used on him who wore my favourite body.

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