The Taste of Treason
The Taste of Treason Is Bitter
By Raidyn WallacePublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Not my photo but it seemed fitting
Betrayal
Defeat
Shame
Pain
Torment
Pick your poison...
I've tasted them all.
Bitter...
is the taste you left.
Aghast...
by your fancy of theft
Burned...
Are the memories of my nightmare.
Lost...
choking; gasping for air
ENSLAVED...
is my Soul, yet to be free.
TREASON...
is what You did to me.
Life...
is my sentence, to suffer without rest.
Death...
if only I was blessed.
But You are my Grim Reaper,
the keeper of my Soul.
But who am I?
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About the Creator
Raidyn Wallace
She comes from a small town in Southeast Alabama. She is a disabled veteran with stories to tell. Favorite motto? "Let go and be free"
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