No Time To Prepare
Once upon a time a thing
Called love lived here.
I question why one would
Pretend to be *****.
For ten years she acted; and
Academy award for her part.
Left me standing here alone
With a bleeding heart.
Double betrayal, her companion
A good friend of mine.
A wicked web of
Clever design.
She took what she needed
The rest she tossed aside.
It broke my heart and
My head is fried.
Not a word was spoken,
She ran into the night.
Looking back, it brings
Things to the light.
I was not prepared for
The lesson I received.
I had no idea she had
Other cards up her sleeve.
I'm amazed by how well
She played her game.
Double barrel loaded shotgun
She took her aim.
At close range right
In my chest.
Nothing showed in her eyes
As she laid me to rest.
It is like I'm dead,
A part of the unborn.
With a hole in my chest
I begin to mourn.
Red hot lava burns
Deep inside of me.
I'm coming for them;
He is an amputee.
Taking my time,
Rome wasn't built in a day.
It has been a year and a half
Since they ran away.
They think it's cool,
No clue, I'm coming, their unaware.
The element of surprise,
No time to prepare.
? Turbo1904
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
