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Triangle of Drama

Rescuer turns villain

Triangle of Drama

The rescuer is villain, in the triangle of drama,
once hailed as saviour, now perpetrator the cry,
Balance disturbed when help was the plee,
the search for a third to question the need,
The soul that was gathered, to protect from the hurt,
a hidden agenda, carried by weight,
The mole hill now mountain, catastrophe the roar,
by minds who share reason, in sheltered existence,
Standard is doubled, when reality denied,
rescuer be villain, the candour disguised,
Assumption the key, in hidden decree,
life becomes game, the villain now shamed,
Hidden from view, within three points of blame,
the triangle conceals, projection's true aim,
Destruction burns wildly, uncontrollably feeding,
on tales that were stabbed, in the wounds now bleeding,
Rock turns to sand, under feet that are sinking,
anger controlling the search for a reason,
The rescuer is villain, now cried in desperation,
screaming for rescue, by guide unquestioned,
The mentor now seen, in their colours true,
only dust remains, where they once stood,
Denial turns regret, when windows are open, 
to a world unfamiliar, alone & abandoned,
The triangle clear, for all who now see,
The rescuer lies victim, the villain is thee…

© Copyright Graham Marshall 
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GrahamMarshallPoetry.com

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