Left In The Lurch Smirch
Treason's plight:
bloom uncultivated,
polluted outright,
sentiments unsated.
Hurt heart stripped,
in mourning,
degraded, whipped,
unheeded warning.
Nothing allays
troubles great,
love faraway,
closed gate, cold grate.
Deep despair:
betrayal gave
salty grave
welcome where
none care.
Cleansing wave.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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