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Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Betrayal
by Dan McDonald

An echo fades into the night,
an eerie mournful sound.
A shooting star disappears from sight,
and I crumble to the ground.

There is no life within this garden;
my sobs are the only sound.
I have poisoned the honeyed fountain
where your love could be found.

Dazed, I stare at the stars above,
my grieving howls fill the night!
Unintended betrayal of love
has hidden you from my sight.

I remember how it used to be
when we shared our fears and delights.
You are a treasured friend to me.
How can I make things right?

Feeling afraid,
cold and lonely,
I long to tell you how I feel,
but you dont want to hear me.

The pain for you is much too real.
Should I back away and build a wall
and block away how I feel?
Or, should I give you a call?

We both need some time to heal.
An echo fades into the night
as our friendship disappears.
How do I know what is right?

How can I ease my fears?
If I do call you again,
would the old wounds reappear?
I cant stand to cause you pain.
Hurting you again is my worst fear!