Jazlle D. H.
Wicked Love - Poem by Jazlle D. H.
I hate the archer who used
my bow and hit you
and this made you hug the broken glass.
I am sad that my venom
merged with your body
and slowly lose your maneuver.
I blame my cursing eyes
which hipnotized your soul
and led you into the cave of darkness.
The agony, the misery in you,
the dying aspiration...
congest me with great sorrow.
Tell me, where to get the anodyne
to heal your wound from my bow
and relieve the pain.
Let me know where to find antidote
to take out the venom from your body
and regain your senses.
Help me to recite the magic spell
to emancipate your soul
and have your consciousness back.
Forgive me for concealing the rainbow
that causes you a broken smile.
Forgive me, for I must end my life now
to return your calm happiness...
(24th May 2008)
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