Twisted Fate

Written by: louzana nubani

A pocket of money he doesn’t have
A bucket of tender and love he can’t buy
Of simple moves he complains
Of simple actions he shouts
If he was my man 
I would have never forgiven him
I would have never lasted 
But he isn’t and I’m not that great 
But I’m still mad and annoyed and broken 
Of what he does
Of the craziness that has got into him 
And I pray to God
Day by day 
That all to be resolved
All that love to be returned
I can’t fool myself
What has gone is to never be replaced
What has lost its spark has gone to waste
But hope is killing us to survive
Begging us to stay 
And we listen, we obey 
But hope becomes old
And time is thrown to waste
Love and pleasure, respect 
Is never to be again in place
Why ?
I ask myself this question everyday 
But it seems it has none but one answer
Compulsion….
Compulsion to lose love
Compulsion to bury respect
Compulsion to fight and never be the same
Compulsion to forsake loyalty 
Why ? 
Because dark is stronger than light
Even if light tries to persuade dark 
Dark is too stubborn 
It will never obey…