On the day of my betrayal

On the day of my betrayal

 

 

Willingly I walked to the hangman’s noose,

I hoped that blind eyes that never saw why I was hung,

would see.

 

I knew in my heart they would see what was done,

after my neck snapped.

 

Will the others tell of why I was hung?

I will never know.

 

But the Hangmen and all their glory,

will one day fade,

and be shown for what they are.

 

For now I fall on my sword,

for when the evidence is falsely presented,

what other options do I have?

 

And it was on the mid-days sun,

when I was given the declaration of,

my death.

 

To some it might be a demotion,

but to me it was a black mark on my record I could never erase.

 

A black mark put there by those that would twist the facts,

change my words,

and try to make me believe that nothing I did was ever right,

of how I was wrong no matter I followed what I was told me.

 

You ask how this could have happen?

It was lack of information passed down,

that they say I should have known about,

or I should have thought outside the specific box.

 

A box they told me was one shape and size,

but they changed the size and shape without telling me…

 

In their own words they tell me,

I should have known or figured it out…

even without guidance.

 

Think out of the box was the words I was told…

How could anyone think out of a box when they keep changing,

the shape and size of the box?

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Nikki]

Moving. Adore this. Love the music as well. Great work sir.

[ron]

Thank you again Nikki. You are to kind xo.

[Nikki]

XD xo your writing is special. Very well spoken, don't see it everyday. You have a talent especially for love and romance. As I see you are modest as well. Lol I mean what I say, passion is in your pen.

[ron]

Aww you are so very kind Nikki...(blushing).