She says she loves you.
She lied.
While they’re all laughing,
You cried.
They said they’d help you.
Denied.
All sense of hope?
It died.
You see those smiles?
Sheer illusion.
You hear those whispers?
Their collusion.
Your “friends” are serpents.
A den of snakes.
Veneer of sweetness.
Another fake.
You choose to trust them.
You are a fool.
You should trust no one.
Live by this rule.
Love is a lie.
A grand design.
But you are blinded.
Can’t see the signs.
One day you’ll see it.
By then too late.
You’ll see their “love”.
Is cloaked in hate.
©The Beginning At Last, Nov 2024
As I am sometimes accused of being “cryptic” with my poetry, I shall attempt to share the origin of the above words.
I studied the above image for about 30 minutes. I took it in and allowed the despair depicted within it to wash over me.
I recalled heartbreaks, disappointments and struggles that I have experienced or witnessed in my own lifetime.
The loss of loved ones.
The betrayal by supposed friends.
The double standards.
Loyal efforts cast aside and spit upon.
Good people driven to bad ends.
I recalled it and I felt it all.
I felt it all, and I descended into the well of despair to retrieve the words you read above.
If you read the above and you remember the heartbreaks, the disappointments and the struggles you have experienced in your own lives, then you know from whence these words came. And perhaps for a moment, you will find yourself descending into the well of despair.
If you do, then I have, at least for a moment, accomplished my mission as the writer of this piece by making you think.
Thank you for reading, and be well.
The Beginning At Last 
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