Halt Hurting Me Poem by Kwenadi Gaaje

Like a poem longing to be recited.
A song yearning to be sang.
A metaphor longing to be on paper.
A personification of adulation almost felt like home - I'm afflicted.

Like a tree that bores bitter seeds,
Like the troubled waters in the valley
Like a dry dessert my heart is wary
And it's longing to be hankered
For it had long been in agony
And it knows no inclination
But lamentation.

Like a palm I long to be nourished
Like a trove I yearn to be treasured
LikeQueen I long to know my way in your
But I know I cannot occupy the centre of your heart
But you have occupied mine

Halt tormenting
Stop shellacking me
Too tired of trying to translate my soul to you
Too weak to live with a broken heart
Too scared of crying over a man I know he cannot comfort me..

If only my tears were to show the love that is within me
And your heart was so understanding
Maybe I'd be at peace knowing that my tears were to be a symbol of enchantment and that of inclination
But because my tears are that of lamentations and that begging you to halt tormenting me
I long for you to open this book with a reckless cover and read what's written in it...
Then maybe.... you'll understand.