Martyr

Ever had it happen to you? Think that someone was your friend and ended up getting stabbed in the back? Well then this is the poem for you.

How many times
Can I say sorry and still mean it?
How I wish I know                       
Know how to get through to you
In a drug induced haze         
You are blitzed                            
You are braised                            
You will never understand            
That I can be crazed                   
I looked inside of you                   
Saw someone screaming              
Screaming to be healed               
I placed my hands                       
Upon the hot broken body          
Felt the poison coursing               
Through the veins                      
Knowing that was                       
What made you insane                
I backed up and turned away      
Turned my back on you               
Because you were not the man   
That I thought I knew                 
You set me up for a fall               
Painted me guilty with my own blood      
Have people twist my words       
And in turn cut me with swords    
Should I be saying sorry to you?
Should you be saying it to me?   
All I know is now I am free          
Free from being your pet            
And watching you lose yourself  
As your ego grew                        
I am no longer your jester          
And you are no longer my master
Alas, I saved myself from your disaster

Reviews

[dougspoetry]

Very intense poem, very good imagery and rhyming. Keep up the great work.

God Bless!