Betrayal

Truth be told…

Magic once reigned strong,

Its aura indomitable

Until reality exploded.

If tempted to be down,

Don’t be surprised.

Dirty as it is beneath the sheet,

Being alive you won’t mind the ground.

Haunting sounds of beds with rusty springs rasping

Will try and overcome the constant ringing in your ears

As bombs knowing only to sing loudly,

End each phrase with the tympany clash of death.

As you attempt some comfort

In this rubble of a bombed-out movie theatre,

The screen beckoning your will,

Its many memories gone,

Your eyes reflect only the burn and shrapnel holes of permanence.

The real-life bed of your lovemaking is gone forever,

Replaced by the evil hearts of inertness,

Where the only thing rising above the memories

Is fire,

The echo of wailing,

The smoke of what once was.

Gone is the rapture of love,

Destroying passion’s aliveness,

Infiltrating innocence with the notion that happiness cannot last forever.

As…

Like a tornado's rising funnel

Love’s reality is sucked into smoke's rising acrid odors of betrayal and hate,

Seemingly disappearing with all else.