He swore his vows beneath a
hollow sun,
Then broke the trust before
the day was done.
With whispered poison and a
cruel, abusive temper,
He strangled every truth that
he had sung.
He sought his comfort in
another's woman arms,
While tearing down his wife
soul and her love for him.
A masterclass of malice,
stitched with deceiving lies,
He watched the fading
courage in her eyes.
But silence breaks, and I will
not remain,
I'm stepping past the empty
shadow of his bondage chains.
I apologize
I have tainted Africa
I betrayed you
Thinking everything’s fine,
one day you think,
Everything’s ok,
perfect perfect perfect,
ok ok ok,
But it all goes,
down down down,
down it goes,
fake fake fake,
fake it is,
the perfect story could never happen,
never as it was before,
Before before before,
gone gone gone,
honesty would be the better option,
if i said how i felt maybe it would be resolved,
Instead the immature is shown out of both,
both both both,
us us us,
i miss her,
but silence seems to have a loud sound.
Don’t say anything sharp lest the implication cut…
Search bar complicity,
Algorithm conspirators,
Digital manipulators,
Bending law to suit perversion,
Our sexualised youth,
Internet fed,
Corporate political lies,
Dressed as a lifestyle;
Undressed,
Exploitation as a business model,
The fifteen year old bikini model,
Jailbreak Jailbait,
Enter Ai,
Prompt; Undress…wave morality goodbye.
End…
by D.N. Read2026©
Trust Betrayed, Innocence Slayed"
I trusted you, you filthy snake,
A family bond you chose to break.
You wore the mask of blood and kin,
But inside rotted, soaked in sin.
Your eyes were poison, sick with lust,
You shattered love, betrayed our trust.
Your hands were claws, your breath was rot,
You stole from me what you should not.
I froze in terror, couldn’t scream,
You turned my childhood to a bad dream.
I ran, I cried, I drowned in shame,
You carved my soul, you lit that flame.
Two decades burned, the scars still bleed,
Your sickness planted a twisted seed.
Did it thrill you, did you smile,
To desecrate a child so vile?
I hate you, coward, parasite,
You fed on innocence in the night.
But I won’t carry your disease,
I spit you out, I find my peace.
Forgiveness isn’t for your gain,
It’s how I cut away the chain.
God will judge, His wrath is true,
Your hell awaits — not mine, but you.
Her hand outstretched
grasped only air
He’d long since left ~
nothing there
In moonlight's hush, beneath the elm,
A masked marauder stalks his realm.
With paws like whispers, eyes like coal,
He seeks the prize that fills his soul.
But lo! The bin—his ancient foe—
Stands smug, unyielding, sealed in woe.
Its lid, a tyrant, cold and tight,
Dares mock his hunger in the night.
"Have you forgotten?" he snarls with grace,
"The feast we shared, the sacred place?
You fed me once, you knew my name,
Now plastic locks deny my claim."
He leaps! He claws! A ballet grim,
A pirouette on garbage rim.
Banana peels and coffee grounds
Rain down like war drums' hollow sounds.
Neighbors wake to chaos born,
A furry tempest, rage and scorn.
Yet in his heart, a deeper ache—
Not trash, but trust, was theirs to break.
So if you see him, tail askew,
A poet wrapped in dumpster dew,
Know vengeance drives his nightly plan—
The raccoon scorned by a trash can.
Trapped in my head, I'm stuck in my past
Of you and me, fighting with our memories .
I want to reach out, but I can't pick up the phone
Your betrayal still hurts me, my love turned to stone
I lost my peace when I was you . Anxiety and depression was my only friend.
I know you're happy, but I'm struggling to forget
The memories of us, the love we used to shear.
My disappointment runs deep, I trusted you with my heart
Now it's broken, and I'm left to pick up the splinters not only the past.
Trust can't be fixed, it's hard to mend.
I'm happy for you, but my own heart's still hurting in the end
Behind these tears, I'm pretending to be okay
So no one will know, so no one will say
I'll gather the pieces of my heart, one by one.
I'll wish you well, hope you find happiness, even if I'm not the one
You deserve it, and I wish you all the best
Though it's hard for me, I'll find my own way to be in a better place where happiness will find me every day.
I use to want us but now I don’t .
I am now at peace every day and every night…my mental health is now at rest no more anxiety depression and stress.
Have you called ?
Have you kissed ?
Have you missed ?
Even thought ?
Love was gentle when I knew you not,
Your body warm when your name was foreign to my tongue,
Time flew when we just met ,
Stars brighter when we got to meet .
Flowers wither ,
Promises fails,
Love chains,
Hearts lie - u were never mine !
A whispered vow, beneath the moon's soft gleam,
A heart entwined, a lover's hopeful dream.
But dawn unveiled a truth, a bitter sting,
The treasured one, her faithless offering.
A stolen glance, a touch I couldn't place,
A hollow smile, where love had left no trace.
The shattered trust, a mirror cracked and cold,
Kissed a miss, a story to be told.
Now shadows dance where sunlight used to be,
A love betrayed, for all the world to see.
The heart's deep wound, a scar that time won't mend,
A treasured girl, a love that met its end.
Are you really my friend? What have I done to you?
I thought this was real. Background check, this is incorrect.
“Help me , help you” was the statement.. seems like I have been lied too. I would have done it for you, why isn’t the favor returned? Have I been blinded?
Bottled feelings of anger are seeking to burst in a spiral. Yet, I choose peace in this hard cruelty. Support only goes into such use of terms. Why haven’t I been noticed?
I feel betrayed.
Here a tales of love and devotion that are casually penned,
On the day hearts are filled, a young girl's voice is Rend.
A beast in human form, a wicked sight,
Defiles a pure, innocent child in the night.
Then society enters the scene,
Painting her as a soiled, tender flower, unclean.
Her character is stained, her name is defiled,
No tears are shed, no one stands by her side.
And when she fades away, they call her pure and bright,
For she becomes a symbol of sorrow and blight.
Candles are lit as a mournful display,
Applauded for speaking of her tragic way.
For a few days, her story fills the air,
Then another young girl becomes their care.
Again, an innocent's throat is torn,
And the cycle repeats, a tale forlorn.
The story's the same, the characters replace,
As innocent girls are marked with disgrace.
Life is like a chess game/
Sometimes I feel like/
The isolation/
Is getting the best of me/
Losing touch with reality/
Life has never been kind/
No matter what you do/
There will always be haters/
In the woods/
Struggling through the trenches/
From day one/
Educated on the bricks/
Some call it street smarts/
Everyone has their limits/
Most of us on the inside/
Have pushed the limits/
To the fullest/
Living in isolation, solitary and reclused/
Drifting in space/
Nobody cares/
Dwelling on what happened,
Regretting that I never/
Lived or had a life/
Life Reflecting/
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
That kid In my dreams
you took that from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
A smart young man
As according to his plan
You took that from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
That picture perfect man
Beautiful wife at my hand
A happy home and some land
You took that from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
The world's greatest dad
To the beautiful little girl I had
She was my world
My Destiny
You took her from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
The me I was truly meant to be
You took that from me
You took that from me
Now as you see
There's nothing left of me
You took all I ever had
And all my dreams are sad
I will never get to be
The man in my dreams
I will never get to feel
The love of what is real
I will never get to know
Just how far life will go
I'll never get to see my destiny
You took that from me
You took that from me
I am stuck between me, myself and I
Stuck between these walls
Struggling and bound to fall
Thinking many different kind of things only to see my self crawl.
I'm still thinking it over and over, and why?
Of all the things I could have done
Why do that to my self?
Why not think before acting.
I was, it was not my will
Can you give it back to me as well?
Your words stuck to my head
But Its bound to your bed.
I was disgusted and embarrassed,
Happy to have somebody to embrace but it lead me to disgrace.
They make me feel okay, but not in this surface
I think I am, but it always made me feel abscissed.
It makes me wonder,
if I believed those words
Would you help me connect those wounds?
Or would you do as what you have acted.
Can I love myself now?
Or does it make me narrow,
I can't explain it because it is beyond words,
Because I didn't asked to be a part of your world
I am, and was in the state of being confident,
But now it makes me feel an entertainment,
I wish to enlighten that feeling again,
Just for myself feel in rein.
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