From The Window Pane Poem by Peter Lungile Chidothe

Am sorry for the pain
Like a paper in my hand...I thought I had a
pen
So like ink the words just flow
But I never knew this would drop your
heart...on the floor
Am sorry for the pain
Like a paper in my hand...with these words I
thought I had a pen
So that atleast I would embrace your heart...
Lo I never knew they would hurt
Am sorry for the pain
Like a paper....I thought these words were a
pen
But I pray one day...I will be a window pane
Where you will lean and watch the rain...
Maybe this will atleast chase the pain
And then you will heal...