I knew what I was doing.
I turned my back on him.
I betrayed him,
I broke promises.
I didn't know that tables could turn.
I had no idea.
I'll need him once more.
I took him for granted.
Judged him wrong.
Out of desperation, I made decisions.
Now I realize I made a mistake.
My previous acts haunt me.
I'm distressed.
And now I'm consumed by anger.
I'm not sure who is to blame.
I know I wasn't clean.
I'm not as pure as the lethal drug.
I'm like a wound.
I bleed as if I have a razor cut.
I came across the path of destruction.
And it's too late to turn around.
I feel like I've ignored God's fate.
I thought I'd get greener pastures.
And I made terrible mistakes.
Adultery became my weakness.
The fruits are rotten.
But the seeds are alive.
I'm trying to cope.
My heart is weak.
I better go there,
I'll force myself back to him.
I better be his burden.
He will learn to love me again.
As deadly as I am.
I'll be his lethal drug.
About the Creator
Gloria Penelope
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Comments (1)
Oh my, this felt kinda scary, lol. Loved your poem!