Betrayal
You were my friend, I thought,
A true and faithful friend
Who stood by me and held my hand,
Sustaining me, assisting me,
A pillow for my tiredness,
A place to rest my head.
Were you a user in my need
Or an abuser of my trust?
Was it duplicity and perfidy
And I too blind to see?
How could you make a mockery
Of all that I believed?
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©DGA
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16/07/2010 at 7:32 am
There’s nothing quite as brutal as the realisation that you’ve been betrayed, I’ve been there.
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16/07/2010 at 7:57 am
I think we are all too trusting sometimes. But better that than always suspicious!
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16/07/2010 at 8:06 am
Sometimes I think that is the worst type of betrayal 😦
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16/07/2010 at 8:17 am
Yes, too deep!
Long w/end? Hope the knee is getting better. Mine started when we had a gravelled surface to park on at work and I kept twisting my knees slipping on it when getting out of the car!
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16/07/2010 at 9:34 am
ouch, that sounds like something really nasty
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16/07/2010 at 10:15 am
It is, Sidey.
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16/07/2010 at 12:25 pm
it truly hurts when a friend slides the knife between your ribs..i am torn do you think it better to over trust or over protect?
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16/07/2010 at 12:46 pm
I don’t think any ‘over’s are a good idea, Brian, much as it would be instinctive to over protect after a bad experience.
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16/07/2010 at 2:34 pm
I too have been there. It is the kind of hurt one thinks will never go away, but when it does, we are better people for it.
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16/07/2010 at 3:23 pm
That’s so true, MTM. 🙂
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16/07/2010 at 8:41 pm
A friend can stab so much deeper than an enemy. Very good.
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17/07/2010 at 7:11 am
True, Col., thank you.
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