shadows and light

Benedict Arnold

In the end, it always comes down to treason,

A scarlet letter,a saboteur within the walls.

Turn your back and walk away, leave the wreckage

in your wake, leave it all behind and seek your light.

Make the choice that’s right for you, even if it’s not.

Destroy the walls, blow the bridge, steal away,

run to safety in the dark of night.

Run from the pain and break the faith.

Break the bonds that held you safe here in my arms.

Shatter all we built, the love placed stone by stone,

and walk away from the rubble that remains.

Your bedsheet treason can be forgiven,

your change in latitude can never be.

Find yourself in a war-torn wasteland,

leave me behind to heal my wounds;

run to daylight, run far away

give up the chance for absolution.

Turn your back on what remains,

spit on my anguished forgiveness,

hang your head in deceitful shame.

Leave the guilt. Leave the wounds.

Leave behind the scattered memories.

Sell your soul for a break to freedom,

leave consequences in your wake.

Speak the words and leave them hanging,

toss my replies into the wind.

Make your case and do not listen

to my rebuttals in the night.

Do what you must, do what you will;

you care too much, but you do not care at all.