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A poem in blank verse that tells of how the author betrayed someone he has cared for. |
| A searing obsession, compressed to fit within a grey reality Programed for today, you hoped for a tomorrow of infinite possibilities We were tossed about by the fury of passion when it was already too late Your face in a store window, in a pool of rain, in a final backward glance While I remember tears of hunger, wept in my arms Crying as if in primitive panic for an almost unbearable need. I supressed my fleeting indifference as a squeamish trifle. The ghost of your pain haunts me Your accusing voice calls out from my dreams Trust, truth, loyalty, respect, compassion, love Run like shadows, crashing out of my crushed solitude. Too late No prayer, no hope, no act of will Can release this squalid treachery from my trampled and broken honour. |