Masereka Amos


Thoughts


I this morning without courage had thoughts of her love again
If hurried minds and thorough torture tend to regain
I’ll reassemble bones of her photographs in those halves
And pronounce her name highly with shame
She having respect to faults
And her promiscuity so intensely exalts
She hates my gift of love wrapped and specially marked
Near the weighbridge I hence stand heavily parked
And seeing things balance in kinds of less and excess
I felt frustrated with doubt to return back to normal so to cease
But seeing things broken in nature
And her minds on things of pleasure
Watching her learn and understand in vain
I took off and surrendered all to be without pain

Submitted: Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Edited: Sunday, November 17, 2013

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