Victim Poem by Nana Kwame Nketsiah
Victim
Am a victim of love
i have played, i have been played.
Now its enough, i have had it.
Even though my heart thumps,
like a silent foot step
late for a Saturday night communion
and my legs weary grow weary.
I cannot find the right word
to help me sing my sorrows,
my worst nightmare stare,
at me like a Hollywood movie,
moving 25 frames per second,
through my dreaded mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 10:38:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, Nana. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.