Nandipha Mphanya

He Was - Poem by Nandipha Mphanya

I soak my eyes in tears, page me through....
I a mask put on, you permitted are not
jubilant tales I Oonce told
but now all it is, is a remedy of pain, anger and hate
hateful thoughts, a sad affair it is
ruined by what was thought to be....
He was, a precious memory
but now just a broken branch from my tree
he was, he is now but a painful memory

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Topic(s) of this poem: pain

Comments about He Was by Nandipha Mphanya

  • Gajanan Mishra (8/27/2013 6:42:00 AM)

    painful but precious, I like it, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 2, 2014

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