It will take years to forget.
Its been hot, these last two days,
But I’m torn in two,
My heart skewered,
Split in two,
In a silly, silly love,
Like Helen of troy, men lust
after her fragrant beauty,
The streets are noisy,
Busy, decent, and talkative,
My mind is lost amongst it,
No point to prove but a love,
Rejected with a smile,
Of vanity and temp,
Contempt may yet follow,
For I am a man lost,
It’s a game yet to play,
But I have nothing to win,
My dignity is lost in a
Ridiculed confidence,
My fault or hers,
I lost,
My pain felt by me,
Her pain the anger of other men,
So i pick up my pen,
To express, not to lament,
To soothe, not to avenge.
(2014)
