An attempted murder, one might say
The intended target of the attack
My trusting nature and naivete
Optimism still tugging at my sleeve
As it so often does at these times
Wisp'ring sweetly I needn't believe
Explanations would soon come my way
Apologies and amends would be made
And yet he still has nothing to say
(16 January,2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem