[M] Whirda's Poetry & Prose

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Betrayal

betrayal

under the moon

flapping paper held
in desert wind

quill scratching
like storm-borne sand

the desert is where I live
where there are no others
except the constant wind
my unconstant companion

I lied once
broke faith once
lost myself forever
once

long ago
the coin flew golden high
spinning
and fell to a choice

I chose and left the coin
and redemption
behind

now
there is no roaring
like the wind in me
there is no heat
like the hate in me

yet
for my own sake
I write my name each moon
the hope is pain to me
and I deserve pain bought long ago

under this desert moon