Innocence Betrayed

Why do I feel doubt?
A struggle in my own mind
Do I have any reasonable doubt?

I feel lost, curious,
With no way of knowing the true course

My main focus is her
But she is almost like a vapor

I can still see her, and when I do
It is something I enjoy,
I don’t expect anything new

Should I feel skeptical?
An illusion,
In its own to please but an emotion
I shouldn’t even think on this level

I ask myself, is this what I get?
As if I just made a simple bet

The consequences were greater instead
To which I must deal with regretfully, I’m fed

These thoughts of my innocence being taken for granted
Betrayal, which guilt was forced onto a tamper on my soul

Shall I feel remorse?

I feel I shouldn’t take this restless course
So I say,

“No remorse, no remorse”

Now, with confident will which I now enforce
To where my next conflict will never be a broadside,
Of an evident change of course

Responses

2 comments so far.

1. Niko says:

   Bitter betrayal. Good poem.

2. Jason Partington says:

   Thank you, so how long have you been writing?