To Go
The words I said and you received
Seem so distant
Today
Seem unimaginable
As if said by another
The hurt I feel
So constant as if I were born with it
Every chance given
I am accused of foul play
I am the doer of wrong and
So little right
Is it time and you do not know how?
To tell me you have moved?
I will not break nor die
But I will crumble and cry
A loss it will be
For no more shall my future
Have a destiny,
But at least my destiny
Will be happier with
Another.
poem by Palesa Deejay Manaleng
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