Dark Febuary 28th Poem by Zunda Wezi Chibwe

Dark Febuary 28th



M confused,
in my mind i refused,
but my only option was letting go,
tired of thinking to and fro,
its not like me to stop,
but i guess its not my spot, rehab calls for me,
but i cant wipe my mind clean,
because of so sweet the dream,
of wat might have been,
while they lasted i loved the fantasies,
filled with so much compassion, I lost control of my emotions,
tonight with a broken heart i will lie,
for so great i have lost is the fight,
there is an air of saddness,
a mood of blackness,
i see the way, and take it with dismay,
i brought this on myself,
but now i hide in word shell,
is this door closed?
forever lost?
there is a flame at the end of the shatter, the birth of what might be a long lasting chapter,
interesting is its blossom,
almost as tho random,
cut short with a knife,
is the story of my life......

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