Betrayed
You betrayed me,
like a tattered piece of paper
that will never have the ability
to appear the same again,
so is my creased heart.
Your dissipated actions
excruciatingly pierced my soul
with a jovial trigger.
What a perverse web
you have woven
when you prepare to deceive.
You tied down
my spirit and left.
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Refract
Love is a prism.
refracting luminosity into
something striking and radiant.
It is an illusion….
A restricted and domineering,
an egotistical, self-sacrificing passion.
Love is the unmarked rain
that sanitizes my slate of despondency
yet miasmas my mind simultaneously.
© Nishka Ramkhelawan
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Grade 11
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