La'momento Poem by Ibrahim Kamar

T'was, 'imo' a tough conquest,
Oldie, yet a fresh souvenir.
A tale of bitter past,
Pent-up pain paints on a shredded heart,
Scolded me, was called a beast.
Lo! , Lord knows, I tried at least,
Surety, I gave my best.

Indeed it was a clobber,
She became impatient.
Once thought my Haplotype,
Gave a Judas' Splashdash,
Of miserable rejection.
I had it in me, yes
On edges of sadness,
Reality exploded sheds of distress.

In disbelief when keeked,
Ugly scene of my name; Forgiveness! I recall.
As she swiped-up cellphone's screen smiling,
Bruises built all over.
Hurriedly, gave an immense impress,
I was fooled.
Forgiveness was my name in her prints.

'Silva' ohh! A havoc of delusional optimism, lingers about.
Deep inside the dark,
Soundless does the ticker,
Ryna ain't man's defender.
La'momento, 'Hoy te toca perder'.
Still a visionary forgiver.