Betrayal: The Cost
Loyalty yeilded
April Poetry Month Poem19
I stand before myself
awaiting the reprimand
I chose my course of action
Failing to turn aside
From moments
seized unwisely
Rather than oppose.
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In this taking
loyalty yielded
before needs aching
(Foolish waste)
Ah, the cost
Beloved and lover, both lost
I suffer the chill
The death of innocence
Betrayals frost
©adavis-ahaverty 1990