Stabbed

Just something I wrote while staying in Maine on a lake one night.

Completion: 9:22 7/6/11 Brewer Lake, Maine

You are stabbed in the back
Left there to die
It’s made clear what you lack
You know they are a lie
Unfeeling
Uncaring
This haze has been clearing
You’ve been comparing,
But it’s been shrugged off,
Now it’s too late,
Hear a discrete cough,
Finally you see their hate,
But it’s too late,
You are stabbed in the back.

Reviews

[Jordan's Back]

This is a deep profound write Awesomely assembled
I like the styling has Kinda a "God That Failed" Motif to it and its wonderfully written

[zainul]

Very interesting work.
Love the whole poem.
Opening and closing sentence,"You are stabbed in the back" is most favorite of mine.