The Betrayal Chronicles

The Life and Times of a Betrayed Spouse.

  • The Bench

    The Bench

    I passed her by on the path,and I heard it, a voicefrom that lowly, familiar bench,quietly calling my name.She said, “Remember that momentwe shared together?you said little to me,but you didn’t need to.You just cried alone, and fell apart—with only me to support you.You didn’t tell me why,but I already knew.In winter, I get few…

  • The Mistress

    The Mistress

    This is the first and longest poem I’ve written about porn and betrayal. I wrote it roughly around 2017-2018. The MistressYour addiction is a mistressThat has occupied a room in your brain.A room meant for passion, intimacy, covenantal loveOh, how I long to be there with you.So I knock on the doorSeeking the one my…

  • The Aspen Tree

    I submitted this poem in a poetry contest recently. Unfortunately, it didn’t win the contest, but I’m still proud of it nonetheless. I’ve always loved the way Aspen trees turn golden yellow and have eyes on their trunks that spy on you. And the way their leaves are shaped cause them to wave at you…

  • Bleeding Hearts

    Bleeding Hearts

    My Father, find your betrayed childrenAnd hear their silent suffering!They wander the earth with bleeding hearts.Their adulterers cast them aside like rubbishAnd they whore after what’s not theirs.The wives of their youthwalk aimlessly in lonely deserts,And rest in weary caves,Their hearts drip blood like breadcrumbs.Craftily the enemy follows the red trailTo find their hiding places.He…

  • The Grass Blade’s Tale

    The Grass Blade’s Tale

    While walking over the snow at sunset,I hear small voices at my feet:”Bend down here, and lend us thine ear,For we have a tale to tell.“In winter, we’re coated with morning frost,Then the snow will try to freeze us.Yet under the snow, we patiently waitFor the springtime sun to warm us.”In the springtime, the children…

  • Every Time You Watch

    Every Time You Watch

    Here’s a poem I wrote on July 27, 2018: When you feel an urge—A knife to my throat When you reach for your phone—A slit through my neck When you type in your search—A slap on my face When you browse through the options—A punch to the ground When you click on your choice—A kick…

  • An Ode to Grief

    Grief is my constant companion—She never leaves my side.She wakes me up in the morning,And puts me to sleep every night.She is a grey cloud above my head,With a quiet, gentle rain —She slowly takes my umbrella and closes it,So I feel her raindrops on my face.We then sit together side by side,On a park…