Forgotten Poem by Richard Phiri

I wrote my letters to you and i wrote then with black ink its quite sad,
I wrote my letters to you and i wrote them in bold so that you could capitalize on my luck of discretion and finally assess the situation arriving to an obvious conclusion that i needed you back, see
Without you my heart was bleeding and i wish i had written my letters with blood,
The paper wet and brown from the salty tears that fell off from my eyes as i cried for you, see i felt pain and rage but with the pen i had to stay gentle,
As gentle as a mother's hand i had to hand you these feelings encrypted in this poem and as i recite this tonight i hope you do notice i wrote this for you,
You were the author of happiness in my life and without you i was hit with writers block,
Concrete block after block we built our foundation i don't know how you quite managed to bring this all down like Tetris
And now all that's left of our dreams is a pile of debris
Like a substandard Chinese construction we failed the test of time,
They say time heals all wounds but i can testify it failed to heal mine
Because upto date i still regret the fact that you left even when everything was alright so why did you have to choose that direction then,
Your rejection is like a tight rope on my throat its suffocating me
Can't you see the life slowly creeping out of me
Without you my oxygen, am now forced to ration my breathing
Like a sea diver with a limited supply i can't afford taking a deep breath even though am in need of it to calm myself down right now,
Because right now everything looks blurred am covered in a thick mist of hopelessness but still hoping that when you get this you will come to my aid
And aid me with new strength stretch your hand and be my point of support again
Remember me and deliver me out fromthis place of the forgotten.