This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Poetry Magazine in February 2018
Down the disturbed tunnel
Underneath the fiery eruptions
And the noisy prattling
Insults, rejection, and spanking,
There laid a fragile heart
Docile, tender, charming
Laved, charged with love
And tameness of a dove
All she can have
All she can save
All she can serve
A heart crushed and rattled
Starved, bared, shattered
Battered, wounded, humbled
Had cried, and died, and settled
Her smile erratic, her soul fickle
She had loved and cared
Pushed, and followed.
But it’s late. It’s all torn apart.
The links ar’out of place
The centre cannot hold.
Tears cannot help, sadly,
Though her soul had truly loved.
