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I am Betrayed
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Incensed with contemptuous rage I stand, the affront of lies condemning me to a circumstance of which I am unable to shift. Innocence is no reflection of the shallow crust of veiled truth. Mud, slung from the malevolent hands of malcontents, as glutinous as it can be, sticks to my image like the talons of a predator engaged.
How trusting I have been with my enemies, always willing to overlook ineptitude before possibility. I stand corrected, deceived and broken from those who would use me up. What sharing is to one is thieving for another, the illness of avarice driven to manipulation. How did I attract such disdain, such treachery?
The hushed whispers turn quickly to words, then actions and I am helpless in their wake, the lies of ineptitude following my every move. Buildings crumble, dreams fall to ashes; all my thoughts designed and attained begin to disappear in the tide of human belief. I am crushed, outcast and laid to rest amid my lost world, and all because of lies.
How arduous the life of a man of principle, a man working for a better world, when those bereft of soul can claw their way to common belief and be given credence. How lost the world to so readily take the side of mischief and vent pure anger in directionless flight. Disappointed I am to know that I am so easily cast aside by suggestion, so judged and sentenced in a gulped breath.
Sadness pervades my being as I deal with this my plight. Rumour, like a seeded cloud in drought, bursts forth to quench the earth, but in relentless deluge can drown all within it and destroy everything living thing. I am destroyed, removed from possibility under a deluge of doubt. I am betrayed by those who care less, those whose motivation is none too close to truth, to any reality I know. It is my turn to be at the end of human rage.
How can I return to life under this heavy wound of malice? I walk the streets a miniature version of me, a random spark of being, the brunt of supercilious grins and dark whispers. Eyes in shadows follow me, their yellow piercing glares like feline predators waiting for the right moment of attack. I have been judged, dissected, sentenced and condemned on hearsay, the mutterings of those intent on harm, nothing more.
I am a victim, an innocent amid a stampede of judgement all of which is without substance. How disillusioned I feel, that people have taken this tact, this vengeance upon me. Cruelty is obvious in all of us, given the circumstance, but to inflict such ferocity on any soul without consideration is unexpected. Betrayal is a deep wound.