You say it’s yours
You know it’s not
It mine and has been
Right from the start
My silence is not permission
for you to take what’s mine
Without a modicum of repentance
Your thoughts tell you
I am weak and stupid
Too weak to try to stop you
Unknown to you
You are in a battle
Not with me but with the one whose I am
His hand is swift
His judgement quick
He fights my battles
Even greater ones than this
What you’ve taken so slyly
By trickery and sleight
Will never really be yours
All it takes is a tiny breath
From his nostril
On you and your lot
And for trying to do me harm
Camouflaged with your smiles
Your reward is dire
If I so desire
But I have prayed for you
That mercy will find you
And release you
From this trap you set for yourself
When you thought in your heart
To duel with such a one as I
It should have been obvious to you
That I am chosen
Marked out by him
He maintains my
And for encroaching even if only silently
On me and mine
You incur his wrath
So cheater, amend your ways
Your name is emblazoned
On a self stamped envelope
Postmarked ‘destruction’
It’s headed your way
If you don’t change your ways.
This is powerful!!
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Betrayal elicits powerful emotions doesn’t it? It goes against all common human decency. Thanks for the comment.
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This is a truism
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Definitely.
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amazing poem selasie, yes, stolen things never stay with the thief, it slips away with interest.
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Yes. And the interest on stolen goods is very high. Great comment Sharmishthabasuseven.
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