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Circles of Betrayal

Around and around.

By Ruth StewartPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Circles of Betrayal
Photo by Hannah Busing on Unsplash

Golden lights flicker

'round your beating heart,

Goodness glows

Light-heartedness abounds.

*

Still, my anxious heart

Tick. Tick. Tick.

It knows.

*

And they come,

Still, they come.

*

I see, from a distance

They come closer,

Darker, Blacker.

Fear prickles through me.

*

And they come,

Still, they come.

*

Silently swirling their capes

The heavy darkness drags

Invisibly covering your warm light

Snuffing it out.

*

They have come.

Yes, they come.

*

They walk away gleeful

Knowing what comes next

They know the torture

They know the pain.

*

You carry on

Battling inside

Warmth has gone

Cold black embraces you.

*

You have come.

You have come.

*

Ice-cold slivers dance and jostle

For their place around your heart

Freezing, snowy, frigid

No room for a lick of warmth

Your eyes and heart, the same.

*

Until the day

The siren approaches

White light, floats around you

Smiles appear, but eyes stay cold.

*

Here she comes.

Here she comes.

*

Tortured, twisting,

Coiling, circling,

Hypnotised.

*

Secrets come, yes

Secrets come.

*

The bubble bursts,

The splinters cut,

The words destroy,

I weep, the smoking tatters

Burn my hands.

*

It had to come

It did come.

*

The circle then

Begins again,

I know it well,

As you can tell.

*

I wait, I know,

I know.

And they come.

And they come.

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About the Creator

Ruth Stewart

Ruth is disabled - ME/CFS, Fibromyalgia. Pro-women, always. Married with adult children. Dog and bird parent. Lives in Scotland, UK

"In a world where you can be anything, be kind." Caroline Flack

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    Written by Ruth Stewart