Ruminance
Old feelings from the past,
Rekindled by a single thought
Hopefully not here to last.
My last heart has been bought.
My quick and simple solution,
Makes an insignificant impact
Stuck in a circle of confusion,
My own jealously is intact.
All the knives cutting me are blunt
But a particular blunt knife hurts
It's bluntness, in anger, makes me grunt.
This little heart of mine hasn't learnt.
By an Anonymous friend of mine.
Copyright © Hephzibah Akindele | Year Posted 2015
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