The Cards Were Dealt
This, I need not,
The pain that you have given me.
This, I want not,
This lie of love you told me.
Hate, I feel not,
Only mistrust learned from you.
Pain, wretched and hot,
Burns deeper than love for you.
Lies, like worms in rot,
Destroy what I once felt.
Fate, with you is not,
That is how the cards were dealt.

© Erick Pratt