How So Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

How So



A rush indeed, to quench the soul
In a moment both ceased the deed
Poor tom, energies thwarted,
But still it matters in denial
So defiant yet in remorse she longs
For the brother had charmed
In regret how so?

Emotions takes the beast out of her
As she ridicule the brother, so insensitive
Jerry still clowns, busting a gut,
Yet still it matters in denial
Concealing her attachment for long
In revulsion obsessed with his charms
In regret how so?

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Wilson Tinotenda Waison

St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe
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