YOU HURT ME
The each letters,
Making your name,
On themselves,
My memories.
Seeing you daily,
Is a symptom,
Of incurable malady.
But......
The distance paced,
Away from me,
Also but the cause,
Of this pened poem.
Baby, You hurt me,
I am bewildered!
Or am I a fool,
For gotten pulled,
By your beauty,
And internal values?
Or am I also wrong,
For accepting jinx,
To turn me thus:
A crippled vale?
Why must you,
Hide the feelings!
And why must I,
Unleash mine?
Baby... I am hurt,
O am bewildered.
Tell me I plead,
If there is light,
Beneath cloudy night.
Or if is better still,
Being blind forever.
PARAKEET
24TH AUGUST 14.
9: 24 A.M
Kwara State.
Nigeria.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem