Lewis Nyaga Poet Classicism

Price of Love

THE PRICE OF LOVE

A door slammed to my face
and a high pitched voice was all
it took, for me to realize that my beloved
harbored so - such hard feelings toward me

and if the price of love is a broken cup
then she sure slammed that door to my face
and if anger was venom i would have died there
where i stood transfixed heart turning to cold stone




                                                                        Lewis Nyaga
                                                                                  1700hrs
                                                                                             NAIROBI..

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