Betrayal

The feeling you get when the winds gust toys with your hair

The roller-coaster drops 300 feet below

And your stomach floats in mid-air

That is where we have to go

Hastily grabbing a trees limb as the quicksand absorbs what is left of all hope

Desperately frantically crawling and scratching as we sink

Deeper and dimmer, hold on, we mustn’t choke

As we face the unknown with a face colored purplish pink.

I’ll show you what it feels like to be lower than life

Depths that are so low they have no means to an end

Where there is no knight ready to save you, no strife

Dear low, “This poem is dedicated so purposefully to you.” Send.

Come dive in the deep, where the voracious sharks lure them in.

To that murky water, is when the culprit leaves his mark

Who else but a trusting friend, would dare take your only glim

The one who pushed you, locking eyes with no remark

Only a grin.