Judus
A simple walk in a garden of vines, I bush them out of my way
In the distance I see a man, he is old but not to be judged by the sin’s of betrayal,
As I near to him he speaks of life and all it’s temptations and that he has tasted the
bitter
Sweet taste of sin and the desires of the flesh.
I ask him why I’m here but receive no answer, just a look of confusion and a glance so
cold it seems as though he is looking right through me, as he walks away I try to grab his
shoulder but my hand sinks through his skin, I close my eyes in disbelief and when I
open them I’m standing in a hot desert wind among 40 thousand copies of myself.
They slave away trying to survive but one by one I watch them perish in the brittle desert
sand until I am left alone standing on a hill, I turn to walk away, but I am met by the
sinister eyes of a trickster, knowing not what to do or say I just stand in silence as he
talks about my life and how I walk an determined path into a realm of darkness.
He turns to me and smiles a gentle smile, I feel no pain or fear as I gaze into his eyes,
just a feeling of falling, then when I land I’m in front of a door, I walk through an see a
child, as he looks up at me from the floor I feel a presence of peace but a comfort of
darkness in my heart, I know the child but am unable to worn him of the betrayals he will
face throughout life.
I stand and watch him grow into a man, I watch him cry, laugh, I stand over him as he
lies in a hospital bed fighting for his life, and then when he asks me for answers I look him
in the eyes and lie.
I know I have betrayed myself one more time.
Copyright © Ivan Beresford | Year Posted 2009
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