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Betrayal

a bitter taste in my mouth.
years and years of toil.
believing.loving caring shaping.
an abundance of love pouring forth.
and then i heard a blast.
of trust.
of all those dreams
down the drain.
a tender hand
lifting.
a voice.
the calling.
you persisted.
i followed.
disillusioned.still going on.
another ray of hope.
in all the inky darkness.
but then.
it came.
the fall.
a year two more..what does it matter..
digging down deep deep deep
into the roots of history
pulling out the weeds of enlightenment.
uprooting all dreams.
when it was just a baby.
tiny.budding with enthusiasm.
a hack and a cut.
and it dies.
breathing
breathless.
dying.
dead.

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