WTW (07 January 1998 / St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe)


I wish I could love again, just a wonder
After all, I was in pursuit of a slut
Good pretenders, embraced me and lured,
How I ponder to right my insult.

Initially I lost the bait to the alpha,
How I thought I could win over his beta,
All this was an impractical joke… Pharaoh*
A snitch she was, never being better.

Mother confessor she appeared, dark spirit
Of old ages with her wiles, I easily traded in
For the cupid's arrow had stroke from an altered viewpoint,
I had to be her lamp to the slain.

Latter to discover her wiles, so deceitful
Heart broken and left in desolation
A victim of fate, how beautiful?
Disheartened* to love in dejection.

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A nice poetic imagination, Waison. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks