I do not know if i am confessing
or if i am expressing
the pain which every night am rejecting
the spoken one,
the popular one,
the unexplanable one
or maybe i am the dispicable one
The love was diaphanous
so is the pain
with nothing to gain
The hate might fill the lake
But the love was not a mistake
They use to say you ar venerable
look! You left me vulnerable
After one mistake you reanounce me
After your mistake i respected you
Just because i was willing to keep what i collected.
The pieces of your lies, excuses, mistakes
i collected a pile
And yes i walked a mile with the pile in my mind
But alone i will continue with the journey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice! Looking forward to reading more of your poems.
thank u thabisile il follow urs too.