poem submission by Martin Moore

[Martin Moore]

Sonnet on Betrayal

I can feel the anger course through every vein
Building in momentum, magnifying every pore
My head is pounding, my neck is arched in pain
The feeling of betrayal corrodes my very core.
Body rigid, every muscle bound and tight
Each sinew lacerates its bloody stay
Nerve endings tempered, sensitive to the sleight
My mind, though once so calm, in disarray
My patience tested beyond its customary confines
Exasperated, I trawl through every reason
This final act, the ultimate, consigns
The two protagonists to shadowy treason
An act so vile, so overwhelmingly despicable
So juvenile, so very inexplicable.

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Hi,

My name is Martin Moore, I live in County Kilkenny in Ireland. I have lived here all my life since I was born here in 1965.

Here is my previously unpublished poem