Ragging Love Poem by Nigel Chinwadzimba

In the depths of my soul, a tempest brews,
A life filled with rage, where pain ensues.
For those who hurt me, dear to my heart,
A maddening paradox, tearing me apart.

Oh, how cruel fate plays its wicked game,
Affliction and love entwined, causing me shame.
Their faces, once radiant with affection's glow,
Now wield the daggers that cut me so.

Each wound inflicted by their hands,
A testament to how our bond now stands.
For how can I bear this torment inside,
When the source of my anguish is by my side?

Their words, like poison, seep into my veins,
A constant reminder of my silent pains.
Yet, I cannot escape this bittersweet truth,
That those who hurt me are the ones I hold aloof.

In the depths of my anger, I yearn to break free,
To sever the ties that bind, to let myself be.
But love, like a tether, holds me in place,
A paradoxical maze, an eternal embrace.

For they are dear to me, despite the strife,
An intricate dance between love and life.
In the chaos, I search for a glimmer of light,
To guide me through this endless night.

Perhaps forgiveness, a beacon of grace,
Can heal the scars etched upon my face.
For rage, though consuming, cannot define,
The essence of love, so pure and divine.

So, I'll strive to find solace in my soul,
Embracing the duality, making myself whole.
In this life filled with rage, I'll learn to forgive,
And find the strength to love, as long as I live.