Deceit

I hear your wicked taunt and still you haunt                                        
My mind. Your bitter lies can grip and sting                              
Me even now and I have cried: ‘Oh how                                        
Can I have loved?' It didn't mean a thing.                                        

The storm of life will pass and so will strife                                        
They say. But when? The rain beats down on me:                              
Eternal tears from darkened clouds--my fears.                              
I'm trapped; my shadowed mind cannot pull free.                              

And now I know I barely cope. My hope                                        
Is like a candle flame, blown out by you.                                        
The pain is all too much and under strain                                        
I break. I should have known you'd be untrue.



Form: Triquatrain. Rhyme scheme: aa (internal rhyme), b, cc (internal rhyme), b
Element: Metaphor.
Optional Prompt: 'Weather events can be glorious and deadly. Think about some weather event that strikes vividly with you: Rainstorms, sun dogs, rainbows, hurricanes, etc.'