Isunge Mwangase

My Surrender, My Suicide

Broken Heartedness feeds the absent love I miss-
My tangible breath,
I fail to attain wholeness because tourniquets bind
My fractured destiny,
My reality a texture of an illusion,
A Breath of the dead,
Tears as tall as the rain steal away my purpose,
They try to wash me anew so my eyes may see
Atleast one thing to call beautiful,
Crystal balls never lie, stars never miss,
In my future I see that memory of yesterday,
That last kiss, last embrass-
A blend of happiness and sadness,
Perhaps I will forget you if I bleed you out,
I opened my heart for you and you left it open- Incomplete,
My surrender, my suicide.

Poem Submitted: Monday, October 19, 2009

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