The Betrayal

December 12, 2010
By , Cedar Hill, TX
When I close my eyes I see His face... the face that was distorted with anger and hate...I can hear His swwet, gentle, deep, soothing voice... the voice that turned hard, cold, and poisonous...I can feel His soft callused hands... the hands that left big, ugly, purple bruises... I can see His althetic, coarse legs... the legs that broke ribs... I can see His electric blue eyes... the eyes that held the grudge, the pain, the anger, the hate... The Betrayal.





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emma-lee.m said...
Dec. 19, 2010 at 1:53 am
wow, short but touching. i loved it :)
 
SaMiLoVe97 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 14, 2010 at 9:23 am
Wow. Thats horrible..not the poem, but the truth behind it. Im very sorry for your friend, and please keep writing.(:
 
KingReject replied...
Dec. 14, 2010 at 9:30 am
This poem is excellent, and It's thoughtful for you to give recognition to one of your friends like that, even if they dont know you did it. Five stars.
 
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