Wounded VanityA Poem by Zypy KirubiShe thought him a philanderer. Capable of any deceit! He thought her naive and uneducated A bit of a drain Often weariness had a way of its own As guilt brought forth vulnerability So wretched she didn't want to live Constantly horrified by her own air of dejection He imprisoned her heart Not a flu. Not a stomach upset. Pregnant! Reality making a house call A plausible rogue he was Truth too outstanding to disclose With no courage to face up to it Yet, she could see only him b4 her © 2014 Zypy Kirubi |
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