I have been wronged. It wasn’t my fault.
I have been preyed upon and abused. Also not my fault.
I have been wronged, preyed upon and abused because I loved, trusted and cared too much.
I was fooled and I was conned. I loved people I didn’t know were deceiving me. I trusted people I didn’t know were lying to me. The liars, cheaters, deceivers and abusers benefitted from their lies, cheating, deception and abuse. And I suffered. A lot. In multiple ways. Emotionally. Psychologically. Physically. Financially.
I paid a high price for loving, trusting and caring too much.
Worse, I’m not the only one.
There are millions more like me: victims and survivors of liars, cheaters, deceivers and abusers of one kind or another. These victims and survivors are also not to blame for having been wronged, wounded and sometimes even killed.
One day there will be retribution.
This poem is about that.
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but the tables will turn
in hell you will burn
when my words find a way
to see the light of the day
soon you’ll be sorry
for the evil you quarry
and use to harm others
just to get what you druther
the piper needs paid
for the games that you play
the wounds you inflict
and the lives you constrict
no, you won’t get away
with your soul you will pay
when everything’s known
and your cover is blown
ret·ri·bu·tion | \ ˌre-trə-ˈbyü-shən \
formal : punishment for doing something wrong
“The killer acted without fear of retribution.”
divine retribution [=punishment by God]
1: Recompense, reward
2: the dispensing or receiving of reward or punishment especially in the hereafter
3: something given or exacted in recompense
especially : punishment
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