LAMENTATIONS OF THE BROKEN HEARTED

I hurt

I hurt thinking about haven made you my boss

I hurt knowing I fought a lost cause

I hurt knowing I am at a loss

I hurt so much so that my heart sometimes switches to self -pause

I hurt knowing all we had have been eaten by the time-moss

I hurt knowing you and I are its core source

I bleed

I bleed in the ‘blink’ of the night

When all wink and hibernate into sleep without light

Looking up to a relaxing body when the day is bright

While I am being blown away like a paper kite in a stormy night

I bleed that my heart is sometimes made tight

I bleed having thoughts of turning back time for a fight

I regret

I regret throwing away my alertness

And falling into your false correctness

Never thinking about your possible thoughtlessness

Of crossness between seas of equal wideness

I regret so much so that I am dying of shyness

For having paraded you without coyness

What should I do when all eyes are watching?

What can I say when pools of river make my cornea their forming

At a public hearing, when I am the defendant of my own calling?

How am I to act when everyone is a pair and I am forever bitterness pouring?

Say something, oh cruel silence!

Do something eyes of blankness!

Hug me arms of the air!

I have not been treated fair

This crown of shame rests on my head

For having been happy when all was a farce.

By amoafowaa