My Lover's Arrow Poem by Bieze Josphat

As a stone sits
On a tuft of grass
Making it yellow,
So is this cloud
Of disbelief weigh me
Down with sorrow.

I'm nursing a wound
From my lover's arrow
Tears flowing down
And wetting my pillow.

Pills of betrayal
My throat can't swallow
Thought she would be loyal
My heart found its fellow
But now am confused
Like soldiers of pharaoh.

Her breath was warm,
Her breast mellow
When I remember them
I bellow, I bellow
Because her absence
Make my life shallow.