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Feelings of Guilt

A brief visit, very brief Occasioned by passion Passion to hurt someone That someone- me. Then, exit, departure; Mission accomplished! I sat on my bed My head on my hands Weeping, sadly weeping. She didn’t even sit Just stood there… sobbing Her teardrops piercing my heart. I puzzled at the brevity of the message Grieved at its equanimity Its potency defied my manhood Compelling a heartache The power generated by her vein Who will not venerate? I remember nothing I want to remember nothing I wanted only to undress that figure poised high above me tear the effigy to naught and…and…and.d.d.d (sob, sob)

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Mustapha Mohammed

Date: 8/5/2013 4:15:00 AM

You have an effective style that I like.This was a poignant delivery.

Robert Pettit

Date: 8/4/2013 2:51:00 PM

You have described your emotions well here. It's like placing any reader in a vicarious experience.

Wayland Bunch

Date: 8/3/2013 3:44:00 PM

This is a powerful poem. I want to say obrigado for your comment, unfortunately although I have studied portuguese a pretty good amount of time, I cannot write it well, but understand written stuff very well. Good work here and thanks again for your comment.

Gerald Kithinji
Date: 8/5/2013 4:39:00 AM

I get along just fine with Portuguese. Thank you for your comment. We'll continue to cross paths here, at PS, if you see what I mean.

Nette Onclaud

Date: 8/3/2013 1:14:00 PM

this is rivetingand very atmospheric, i find it to be an entertaining read... the last lines depict a pause for plea... wonderful, gerald!...:) huggs and thanks for dropping by

Shanity Rain

Date: 8/3/2013 12:28:00 PM

Through all pain and suffering a artist and poet is born , I have a friend Moses from Kenya ..I worry and think about He and his Family every day . Once I was driven to contact United Nations and pull him out of the war zone that seemed always to be present, I love your expression .