Sorrow has become my oxygen

David Matapo

In my tender palms

Your anxiety I held

Caressing your burdens

Nursing your wounds

Uncomplaining I waited

On your bedside I contemplated

 

Deciding your future ahead

For your better end

The effort in vain

Sleepless nights for betrayal

Contemplation for assassination

 

A stab in the back

I regret the day I met you

For when I thought my life’s miserable mystery had been demystified

 

You came along and deepened the healing wound

Sorrow has become my oxygen because

This choking net is closing on me, all because of my tenderness.

 

David Matapo is a student at Rock of Ages Academy