once the deed is done
look all you like, to condone
to take your side and understand
that some state of mind led on
poor excuse to explain,
how loyalties are dispelled and gone
how betrayal did come about
create visions and illusions
escape to the sancuary of the mind
complain of being misunderstood
remonstrate, beg and plead.
the deed is done and not forgotten
and from time to time, be reminded
by the memory of infidelity
echoing through archives of memory
haunting deeds you would have undone
surface and flood the being
with regret and shame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem