Daggers

Today my whole life stands as a lie before me.
Assumptions have proven once again, its unreliable nature.
My heart beats fast as it pulls itself apart; to pieces.
The ache is so real, my mind believes a heart attack is imminent.
The faces of friends have been warped into scenes of betrayal.
I am left with knowledge; which I should not have known.

How needy we are if wolfs are permitted to occupy our hearts?
How foolish am I to risk my sanity for the sake of them?
What purpose does a deceitful acquaintance serve; nothing!
I have whored out my heart; my love was never returned.
Can man be considering good; if their nature is harmful?
A blacksmith I must be; so to profit from all the daggers held.

I have had many friends and many I adored, what’s its worth now?
If I could err in believing the illusionary friendships now;
should I not call each ‘friend’ before me to discover their truth?
Now my heart is shaking as it is being compressed to explosion.
I have lost all my trust; not even my partner’s word I take.
Is this the final blow; is this what will drive me to withhold care?

Life has changed its character, no longer smiling faces I see.
Once I could love all, but now I am imprisoned by the fear of betrayal.
I lived a life of transparency for all to see the real me; unvalued.
I stuck out my hand for others to grab so they may not drown.
What is the purpose; I ask as the tears role down my, now aging, cheeks?
Just to stand with a dagger in my back without the care of a friend?

My soul grows weary, demanding the protection of my mind.
My soul shouts out that my heart will still be my end.
I am reviewing my values; sadly admitting defeat to pain.
No longer can I stand the rejection; my father’s should have been enough.
I will have to cage my heart; and trim who may be my friends.
Don’t fib old friend; you won’t miss me at all, clearly!
By : Thys Groesbeek