Walking RuinsA Poem by Sibusiso Kotela
And when I break her heart,
She will look at me in despair With excruciating pity, And hate you. And I, hating my part In her anguish, but unable to air My innermost thoughts, me, Heavily cocooned. I will wish, as I often do That she had succeeded to wash you off my skin To rinse you out of my mouth, And as I often do I will retreat into that quiet corner in my mind That corner created by you © 2015 Sibusiso Kotela |
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Added on August 19, 2015 Last Updated on August 19, 2015 Author
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