The Fires of Betrayal

[JasonM.]

The Fires of Betrayal.

I saw betrayal happen
right before my eyes 
before my eyes saw it 
coming. 

It's deep inside 
where I saw it occur 
while manifesting into 
a physical occurrence,
a day, or days that ensued.

I accepted the ramifications 
but the matured ram's horns
already pierced the target. 

I forgave the wrongdoings 
by memory of my own.
I'm surely not the only 
being to be of fault, 
or perhaps I sought Being
by perceiving the moment as 
lessons I should learn.

Not forgiving.
Unaware of Being.

Purposeful deceptions,
by my own diligent mind
that is separate of who is really to come.
A real me. 

She did not cause the pain I feel.
I implanted it before she ever could,
for my own bearings did not match 
the predicted weight. 

she did in fact, trigger what was planted.
My own trap, a trap to burn.
Burn the seams, burn the cords, burn the foundations. 

Set ablaze to all that was constructed.
Each screw, every rod, every brick. 
Carrying a great weight of consciousness on top.
File cabinets stacked next to each other. Heirlooms I promised to cherish in my eternity 

Books and pictures. Categorized in neat piles. 
Black boxes engraved with the words "caution" 

All ablaze. 
All turned to ash.
All set to die.

My own betrayal. 
My own trap.
My own bridge.