In the shadows of betrayal's sting,
My heart's lament begins to sing.
A tale of love, once bright and true,
Now tainted by a love askew.

Forgiveness sought, but hard to find,
As memories haunt my troubled mind.
The vows we spoke, now torn apart,
A dagger plunged into my heart.

For better or for worse we swore,
Yet love's fidelity she chose to ignore.
In darkest hour, when I needed her most,
She turned away, a ghostly ghost.

The pain runs deep, like rivers wide,
A constant ache, no place to hide.
Will time's gentle touch ever erase,
The scars of betrayal, the lines on my face?

I long for peace, for solace's embrace,
To heal the wounds, to find my grace.
But until that day, I'll carry the weight,
Of love betrayed, of trust, too late.

This is deep...do u mind sharing what happened?

you will learn ,,,,leave woman make e do e mind...

PapaGfad:
In the shadows of betrayal's sting,
My heart's lament begins to sing.
A tale of love, once bright and true,
Now tainted by a love askew.

Forgiveness sought, but hard to find,
As memories haunt my troubled mind.
The vows we spoke, now torn apart,
A dagger plunged into my heart.

For better or for worse we swore,
Yet love's fidelity she chose to ignore.
In darkest hour, when I needed her most,
She turned away, a ghostly ghost.

The pain runs deep, like rivers wide,
A constant ache, no place to hide.
Will time's gentle touch ever erase,
The scars of betrayal, the lines on my face?

I long for peace, for solace's embrace,
To heal the wounds, to find my grace.
But until that day, I'll carry the weight,
Of love betrayed, of trust, too late.

A man shouldn't be lamenting over woman's lack of love or attention, unless he's abjectly poor.

There are more important and intriguing things to focus on as a man

See how adversity can make one discover gems of talent hidden in the mind, all the while.
.. beautifully tragic!

ChybuzzDD:


A man shouldn't be lamenting over woman's lack of love or attention, unless he's abjectly poor.

There are more important and intriguing things to focus on as a man

You are right.

Regardless, it's no crime for a man to pour out his emotions, not moving on is the crime. Some heal by expressing their pains while most men die early because of bottled up emotions.

Even as a man, a man is still a man and human.

Day169:
See how adversity can make one discover gems of talent hidden in the mind, all the while.
.. beautifully tragic!

😃😃😃😃

Adversity remains the true revealer of potentials and that is infact one of the points of the poet.
In the third stanza, the poet talks about how the wife choose to stab him in their darkest moments or moment of adversity. Which reveals the true nature of her love all the while.

ogashman:
This is deep...do u mind sharing what happened?

Yeah it is really deep.

It was inspired by a true life story. And it is the story of a man whose wife reached her limit in their darkest moments and chose to romance with another thereby becoming a thorn to the man. When he needed her encouragement the most, she became his most vicious critic, always complaining about his inadequacies and boldly alluded to finding solace in the arm of another man. The man tried to forgive and he believed he has. But now that things are good and he is pressed to commit some sensitive responsibilities to the wife, he realized he can't just bring himself to trust her. He would rather, commit to his mother(but for old age) than commit to the wife because she has proven her worth and it is disheartening.

I can relate with his pain.

PapaGfad:
In the shadows of betrayal's sting,
My heart's lament begins to sing.
A tale of love, once bright and true,
Now tainted by a love askew.

Forgiveness sought, but hard to find,
As memories haunt my troubled mind.
The vows we spoke, now torn apart,
A dagger plunged into my heart.

For better or for worse we swore,
Yet love's fidelity she chose to ignore.
In darkest hour, when I needed her most,
She turned away, a ghostly ghost.

The pain runs deep, like rivers wide,
A constant ache, no place to hide.
Will time's gentle touch ever erase,
The scars of betrayal, the lines on my face?

I long for peace, for solace's embrace,
To heal the wounds, to find my grace.
But until that day, I'll carry the weight,
Of love betrayed, of trust, too late.

An emotional poem
More ink to your pen

PapaGfad:


Yeah it is really deep.

It was inspired by a true life story. And it is the story of a man whose wife reached her limit in their darkest moments and chose to romance with another thereby becoming a thorn to the man. When he needed her encouragement the most, she became his most vicious critic, always complaining about his inadequacies and boldly alluded to finding solace in the arm of another man. The man tried to forgive and he believed he has. But now that things are good and he is pressed to commit some sensitive responsibilities to the wife, he realized he can't just bring himself to trust her. He would rather, commit to his mother(but for old age) than commit to the wife because she has proven her worth and it is disheartening.

I can relate with his pain.

The man should never imagine continuing the marriage with that woman again
I hope you're the person involved??
Be a man and the union, or rather, non-union, please!

Juvenile delinquency should have been blamed but the mind is too weak to judge!

The eyes are wide open but the man is far gone!

Far gone into the abyss of thinking that all will be well! Far gone into the abyss of thinking that the society would understand and far gone into the abyss of thinking that the woman should be blamed but here lies the truth.

Inside the abyss comes the fire that consumes the past yet no solution at hand for the woman had gone off the ladder and the man thinks he's innocent but all are guilty for the little fire that started as a means of being warmth has burnt the fingers yet how wretched it is that no neighbour came to help!

Carry your cross they would say when you complain yet no one knows how heavy it is. May the tears you shed today not be transferred to your children for when the flower withers you wonder if it was ever all that beautiful.

Before I withdraw the last N30,000 in my account I will remember there's a man out there crying over spilt milk!

A very nice poem