Betrayal
- Belle Foxcroft

- Feb 14, 2022
- 1 min read
I’m all alone with not a friend to lean on.
My foes surround me, their feelings of hatred
Echoing in the silence between us.
Pain blossoms anew in my chest as each time
Hard looks and strong words hit their mark like a thousand bullets.
It’s difficult to hope, to trust when you feel like an open wound.
My throat burns with the ache of unshed tears.
Headaches split like a sharp knife after many sleepless nights
Tangled in sheets damp with salty fear.
I have no strength left to attack in this losing battle,
Though my defence remains vigilant.
I put it up to protect myself from my enemies, but it’s difficult to take it down.
My mind is weary and my soul aches.
I desperately long for change, yet my heart seeks familiarity
Even in the gaping pain of my circumstance.
I cry out, “How long will this last?
Will I reach Heaven before I experience victory?”
It’s difficult to keep asking when you feel as though you can barely breathe.
The flag of my foes seems to wave closer and closer each day.
The enemy grows more with each step,
Yet I stand more alone than ever.
Why?
Why is this?
Because all of my dreaded enemies began as dearest friends.




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