B = Betrayal

A social responsive poem on betrayal by Poornima, in Different Truths.

I am a room full of boxes of betrayals

Stacked like files of complaints – uncared, unheard

The pretty violets on the walls are surfaces that are built to hide the cracks

You might as well believe it

At times deceits simply outperform

And you wonder if all that tallied in your life was actually worth it

I mark the betrayals with hieroglyphs

Each one unique in pain and melodrama

Each one that took a bit of my being without an effort

But this time I am unable to make a box

Your promise seems stronger than my conviction

Love is a game of greys – neither white nor black

If you ever wish to walk away

Remember this

I have nothing left in me

But boxes and boxes of dusty ache

©Poornima Laxmeshwar

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