You sold your soul for money

betrayed trust

calculating schemed

manipulated bullied blackmailed

i hope it is worth it


I know what it is to lose

all find yourself alone

staring at your own blank

disbelieving reflection

shell shocked how

did I find myself here

all I did was love


Poor but intact

clear conscience

did not sell soul to the

devil hell fire brimstones

not for me


Trust who can we trust

not even ourselves may

lose our identity mind

not even someone you’ve

known all your life trust

Jesus pray that is what

my eldest sis said I

laughed God does not

deliver food when hungry

that is what I need now



that is what I want to ask

gazing into your familiar face

was it worth it

to sell your soul

30 pieces of silver

betray flesh and blood

i hope it is

for your sake


About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on chowanyau@wordpress.com. Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

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