Cor Contritum

Which pain beats the rest ?
Is it love failure, lose of a loved one or betrayal ?

Thoughts linger down my memory lane,

Was it lost love that destroyed me ?

A hundred times, but knew it was a no.

More and More thoughts rushed in,

as I gazed upon my soul in darkness.

Real pain, I endured all along when,

I was stabbed.

The one I considered my mirror.

Then it hit me, mirrors always lie.

I sensed the bonds of trust cracking;

down there it lied as though burnt bits.

That one with the Etu Brute,

That one with the 30 silver coins,

Betrayal was the evilest of all.

Broke me into a million pieces, just with a few words.

I trust none any more,

it all died with that one stab, the stab right through the heart.

Hope you enjoyed this piece of poetry....

Love you always,

Reshmy