You danced
On the end of strings
Believing
'Twas your hands
Kept an honorable tempo
In the name of Jesus
You built
A sparkling fountain
Of fetid wine
To quench my thirst
You breathed
Fiend of mine
False candor
Knowingly
Willingly
...Abusing my trust
And yet, did I
Forgive the fool
Again
Author notes
This was originally written in June 2007, after I discovered that a so-called friend was spreading fabrications.
Comments
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Oh, I can identify with this! Just remember that forgiveness is divine. Abusing a friend is NOT. I love that "fiend of mine" line. Clever. I enjoyed reading. Love the form and economy of words.
~ Joyce
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Oooh don't you just hate it when that happens?! You have given them a massive poke with this, hope this fairweather fiend realises what a fool he/she has been to betray you. Love, C
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Yeah, I do hate it. But the sad part is that this so-called friend truly believes the lies he spreads, and he continues to do so. I just don't understand people like that. What's the point? What's their reward?
I pity the fool. ...And forgive.
Which is not to say that I find it easy to forget. Writing poetry like this helps to vent, though. {grin}
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