Another Betrayal

He was my brother until now, a trusted friend who shared a childhood of great dreams who read the stories of the blood that could be shared between two genuine pals, by birth. Yet he betrayed my trust, with a disgraceful shame and lack of plain humanity to others, it was not to be that honesty could rule nor would it now survive. I do not understand the world, perhaps I never did, the knife was twisted and left in place, deep in the soul that in the past would without question have died for you, my boy.