Love, Betrayal and Dirty Dishes
Love, Betrayal and Dirty Dishes
I ate from your welcoming glitter plate
touches easing my restless soul.
Desperate, in love praying, not too late
never saw two eyes black as coal.
There were sweet drugs in your soft words
and dancing steps in your walk.
I flew with you, flew with soaring birds
heaven closer each time we talk.
Now, I hang my sad head in deepest shame
as friends point out how you used.
Seeing contempt at how you played the game
that left me so miserable and bruised.
Now your dirty plate sits in a closet still.
Force myself, to lock it there against my will!
Robert J. Lindley , 09-26 -2015
Note- Sonnet on deep betrayal and blindness that
love brings.
Based on a sad reality for me many decades ago..
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