Wednesday, November 25, 2009


I do not know why,
I only want to cry.
Maybe because I was stabbed on the sly,
Which made my soul dry.

The night was drenched with rain,
When I walked unknowingly into the den.
Later, I was throbbing with pain,
Which made me insane.

I did not have a voice to raise,
Did it go for a 'graze'?
It is impossible to praise,
This memory, which I badly want to erase.