Dagger Within

Slowly turning, wishing to see you, See you, behind me, gently smiling, Yet, I am unable to turn, Why? Why should I be hindered to see you, Slowly darkening, I begin to wonder, Wonder if it is truly you who made this so, Why should I not glance upon this? What is it which you are hiding, Surely we are open to one another, yet this, Slowly awakening, I begin to see, See that you are not what you were but are, A lie wrapped within many packages, Which is complex with tangles and thought, Yet, you are unaware of that which I know, For I now see, the small dagger hidden within, Slowly crying, as truth leaks through, All of which I told you, all of which I entrusted in you, Means nothing to you, wrapped within the lie, Do you not know that I truly cared and dreamt? Or is that too wrapped within the lie of your thoughts, This I can not see, Slowly fading, you from it all, Placing you further from me, yet you pretend you care, Seeming surprised at which is happening, but you know, You then begin to wrap yourself in your lie, saying I can’t know, Yet I do, I understand which you plan, The deceit in which you carved is a marvel, yet none the less, a lie, Slowly forcing, I turn, Facing you, friend, Looking into the eyes I once trusted, Eyes on the face I followed, almost blindly, The face that laughed with me, now turned ugly, And in your hand, a small dagger is held, Yet your startled, why? Slowly you realize, that I know, Shock of understanding hits you, as I bring down your web of lies, Lies which you thought were secure, yet nothing is, I turned them from you, turning you against your own lies, I have no need for you, for one who plans to stab my back, Slowly leaving, I turn again, Hearing a small sound, a dagger drop, You realize that which you now lost, Understanding your wrongs, which are forever unrecoverable, Sleep well, my old friend, For the thoughts of deceit will cloud your mind, And in those thoughts, may you find rest.This was a poem written for a friend, who was betrayed by his 'best' friend. Perhaps, some can relate to it. Written November 10th, 2000 © on Sep 14 2001 03:03 PM PST   0 • 1