She desperately tries to console her friend,
Though they can’t find the strength to fight any more.
Together, they once rose, but it will soon end.
Where is the man who commenced this tragic war?
Perhaps he is safer to be left behind.
At least while the pain is furiously raw.
She is broken now, all alone and confined.
The image in her head, one she can’t evade,
Resides in every corner of her mind.
When she sleeps, it replays, the night she’s betrayed.
Her sidekick, the friendship, ripped out from the core.
Pounding icicles crashed down on her parade.
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In response to dVerse’s triplet challenge found here
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Very nice use of Dante’s tercets and with rhyme. I found this to be a very difficult form.
I especially liked these lines: “The image in her head, one she can’t evade,
Resides in every corner of her mind.” I sometimes have memories that seem to pop up everywhere.
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Thank you! It certainly was a challenge ✨ agreed, the mind is a funny place!
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You capture the anguish very well in your poem. Trauma can freeze us in place…
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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It’s hard to get over a betrayal by a friend. (K)
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