Fates, I broke a heart this morning.
Left it lying cold and spent.
Call your court room, quick proceeding.
Justice waits and I'm content.
Mind will be the judge and jury.
Soul will take your punishment.
Let the evidence speak clearly.
That heart broke with my intent.
Yes I let it linger slowly.
Made the breaking long and stark.
Left that heart to wither slowly.
Let him bleed out in the dark.
But you know I meant it kindly.
Didn't know how - the final blow.
Tried to mend and mended badly.
Still I knew he had to go.
Now you have it fates, look lively.
Judge me, sentence and convict.
Fates, one more thing, please consider -
I swear to you, it was self defense.
good poem. Thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading this. Like a good wine - fresh beginning with a well constructed middle and good finish.