Uncertainty filled her mind,
In her heart love’s now difficult to find,
I’ve been trying to show that my love for her is kind,
But the consequences have made me blind,
Hope one day our souls will bind.
As I walk through the memory lane,
Beholding the old window pane,
I see a tender woman,
Walking as she holds a can.
She was beautiful when I gazed her,
I petrified to talk to her,
Thoughtful she was when I shared how I feel for her,
She felt fantastic when I glided the road with her.
I peeped into the distance,
Seems love came into existence,
That neither us could pay resistance,
Nor possess thoughts of pretence.
Yesterday we talked on mystery,
The mystery now turns into history,
Of a rare history without victory.
All have lost its meaning,
I can only hear the screaming,
Of my heart and mind as I watch you leave,
Teach me to stop this Titanic from sinking.
My brain’s sound is breaking,
Seeking for answers for your actions,
I feeling regrets and shame,
Blaming I for deluding me into a belief that you’d never change,
Violent motions triggered and pound in my heart.
It’s pathetic how you’ve changed,
Was I an intruder in your heart,
To shut the doors of what we’ve started,
How can you victimize my heart like that,
And sabotage the promises that you made with me,
Then choose to jeopardize my hope in you?!
Retorted my mother:
There are people who don’t fall in love the same way you fall for them, especially when they have been heartbroken”.
All you wanted was for me to help you escape the feeling of loneliness,
You pretended to have the feeling of kindness,
Now you’re leaving me in this coldness,
To break me in a way that’s relentless,
In my eyes, the Sun now appears dark,
Maybe that’s how Noah felt when he was trying to build an ark,
In my heart, you’re leaving a mark,
How could you forget all the promises that you made when we were in the park,
Pleasure has turned into pain,
And it’s now running through my veins,
I don’t know how I’m going to live with these remains,
In this dark side filled with acidic rains.
I will have to learn that I can’t live my life wondering about yesterday
By Craig Ngwenya
‘the FERVENT poet’
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