Rear View Mirror

.

blinded by love
no
hormones led me
up the garden path
to see through sightless eyes
visionary-wise
but now
my rear view mirror
shows me the horror
makes it clear
what wasn’t there
naïve trusting without guile
believing
when all the while
hatred in disguise
masqueraded as love
in my fool’s paradise

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©Denise G Allen, 23 January 2013 09:35