Isunge Mwangase - Broken

I believed the world was
round,
'Til I fell off the edge of your
soul,
Getting lost not to be found
Like you did not love me so

Not a tear in your eyes,
Watching my life I bleed-
And your soul black as the skies,
As I kneel and plead

My face loses luster,
I cannot be fixed
with a plaster

Was my love, to you a trophy?
Or an ingredient you used in a
ritual
To awaken your dead self?
I look into your eyes with a
brave face,
Holding in my tears, but within,
'Tis these tears I hold in-
That are drowning my soul.

© November 5,2011

Isunge Mwangase

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