Day: 06/10/2023

Betrayed by the Trusted ~ Trahi par les fidèles

Prompt:

Tara: “I trusted you..but you lied!

Nikolai: Why did you trust me, when others said don’t? You can’t even keep your own secret,..yet you expect me to keep it? Should I be the one to be blamed? Or the traitor…Herself?

 

In a realm of shattered trust they stand,
Tara's voice quivers, on barren land.
"I trusted you, but you chose to deceive!
Oh, how your lies my wounded heart bereave."

Nikolai's gaze, cold and questioning, meets 
her eyes,
"Why trust me when others warned, their 
doubts arise?
You can't keep your own secrets hidden 
deep,
Yet demand me to bear them, secrets to 
keep."

Should blame fall on me for this bleak strife?
Or perhaps, dear Tara, you're the traitor in 
life?
Accusations weave a tapestry of despair,
A poem of betrayal, a woeful affair.

Broken trust, a void that echoes through 
their souls,
As darkness descends, consuming all that 
consoles.
Deception's venom, a poison that lingers,
Echoes of betrayal, haunting as cold 
fingers.

Amidst the desolation, hope fades away,
No redemption in sight, just shades of gray.
For in the depths of anguish, hearts remain 
torn,
Honesty and forgiveness, but illusions 
forlorn.

These verses paint a portrait of the grim,
Where wounds fester and spirits grow dim.
No healing in sight, no friendship's flame to 
restore,
Only the bleakness of trust forevermore.

 

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Final Love, Eternal Embrace

Prompt: You are writing a book where the main character is about to die and only has a few moments with his lover. What would be the last line?

 

In fleeting dusk, the shadows grow,
A tale of love in twilights glow.
The main character, weak and frail,
Embraced his lover, their hearts unveiled.

Whispers danced upon the breeze,
Love’s symphony, a tender tease.
With every breath, their souls entwined,
A moment’s grace, a love defined.

The world stood still, time slipped away,
As death drew near, in disarray.
But in their gaze, a timeless spark,
A flame that burned through endless dark.

Their hands, entwined, a final plea,
To hold on tight, in destiny’s decree.
Eyes locked, they spoke without a word,
Love’s essence felt, their spirits stirred.

And in that moment, bittersweet,
Their love transcended, oh, so fleet.
For as the character took one last breath,
Love remained, conquering even death.

And so, with love, their spirits flew,
Beyond the realms, forever true.
In memories, their story thrives,
As love’s last whisper softly dies.

For in the end, as their hearts soar high,
Love’s legacy shall never die.
And as their souls forever entwine,
Their love endures, through space and time.

So let their tale forever shine,
A testament to love divine.
In the echoes of their final embrace,
Their love lives on, in infinite grace.

And as the curtain gently falls,
A poignant silence now befalls.
In those last moments, forever gone,
Their love lives on, their spirits one.

So let this tale forever bind,
Two souls that fate could not unbind.
And in this book, the ending’s near,
But love’s last line, eternal and clear.

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Resilience Reborn

Prompt: Therapist: “Please we don’t want to hurt you.”

Patient: (Remembering every horrid thing they’ve been through finally screaming) Hurt…hurt me?  You will never hurt me again!!!

 

In a therapist’s gentle room, a patient seeks solace,
A heart weighed down, burdened by pain’s endless chase.
The therapist, with tender care, implores with concern,
“Please, we don’t want to hurt you,” their words softly yearn.

But deep within the patient’s soul, a tempest does ignite,
Memories of horrors endured, piercing through the night.
Every wound, every torment, etched upon their mind,
A haunting reel of suffering, too cruel and unkind.

Then, in a moment of truth, the dam finally breaks,
A scream of defiance, a vow that no one forsakes.
“Hurt me? Hurt me?” the patient’s voice resounds,
A declaration born from strength, no longer bound.

For within their battle-hardened spirit, a fire ignites,
A flame of resilience, burning through darkest nights.
The therapist listens, witnessing their soul unfold,
Touched by the rawness, the story yet untold.

“You will never hurt me again!” echoes through the air,
A proclamation of triumph, breaking free from despair.
In those words, a rebirth, a reclamation of power,
A testament to the patient’s resilience, hour after hour.

And the therapist, understanding the depths of the plea,
Respects the journey, as only a guide can truly see.
Together they walk, hand in hand, through healing’s door,
Creating a haven where wounds find solace and restore.

In that sacred space, where vulnerability finds its due,
A poem of survival blooms, crafted by hearts anew.
A testament to the patient’s courage, to their unyielding might,
For within their wounded soul, a warrior takes flight.

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