Distraught Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

Distraught



Was it love or a mere compromise?
Were you for real or a mere impersonation?
How i wonder it be a dream, my demise
I would not breach the affection

A dispute sparked all that blaze
And your wrath set my soul aflare
For you only to gaze,
Busting a gut on my tribulation, how fair?

Tell me you, clues i thirst for
With your wiles, all mine trust thwarted
You imprinted a lifetime mare
Now a victim of circumstances, disheartened

Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Wilson Tinotenda Waison

St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe
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