The Truce

This poem is about a misused pen, used without care. The pain conveyed is compared to a heartbroken woman, and its basically about the broken promises which were never kept by the human thoughts.

 

Words I am about to erect in my mind are nothing but the truth

Since insecurities and undefined thoughts have took over our hearts I have nothing to spare but break this truce

 

What I feel now is nothing to be feared

But it is far from what I have felt before

What her eyes release now bring no severe pain than that when I first met her

 

Thinking back in the days

I’d sit back there, stare deep in her eyes and try picture myself in her world

Right now I’d just look at her and watch every tear drop on this pretty note

 

Borrow me those eyes so I can make you understand how much I loved her

 

Back then I used to sit right in front of my laptop, consoling these fingers, typing every word that would make her world seem perfect

Yes I’d even wake up late at night, walk to that table and see if she was still crying

Now I’d just haste to bed without waiting for that senseless tear to dry

 

Look at me now

Lying back there thinking about all the memories we shared

Racing back in time in a train with no rail

Trying to stop on these speed bumps with no attempt of no brakes

I came across the truce, “I Love you and I’ll never let you go…”

Looked right in my mirror once again trying to see her reflection in mine, And Yes I saw her…

Yes her…

DAMN…

Now I feel stupid, who am I without my PEN?

 

By: TS Mashile