Poetry

Betrayal
by Earl Bergland, 1970

My hand reaches for you.
A pledge of blood drips from my fingers.
My ears search for your thoughts,
Yet noise shrieks through my body.
My tongue waits to acknowledge your wisdom,
Yet I die of thirst in wetting my lips for quick reply.

Once, you could have had all.
Now, you have the vengeance of betrayal.
So sayeth the child.



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