Betrayed Poem by Sami Gjoka

Her pillow must be an ocean
Sucking tears,
Since she lost the joy of motion,
Struck by spears
Of betrayal and stood frozen,
Split by peers,
Like the fish without water
In the creels
And she lost the sense and notion
Of what’s real
Thinking real is just the fountain
And its streams
’Tis the pain of happy moments
That are fake.
Comes like honey, sinks like poison
In your vein.
It’s the fate that feeds the rodent
To the snake
’Tis the blizzard’s spread and grow
By each flake.
’Tis the friend that once closer
Run again
’Tis the evil charm of posers
We must slay.