Betrayal

Not a slap

Nor a kick

Not a punch

That makes you sick.

It is empty

It is hollow

The forgotten hopes

Of tomorrow.

It is dark circles

Under eyes

Sleepless nights

That wonder why?

Maybe it's smiles

A bit too small

Still waiting for

A never-coming call.

Our enemies

Betray us not

But those we love

With great thought.

It is a friend

It is a brother

It is a father

It is a mother.

It is those

We loved the most

Betrayal makes themHurt the most.