Graham Ereks

November 30 - Nigeria,West Africa

The Brokenhearted Lass

Forlorn, she saunters to and fro;
Saddened by the incessant din
And tiff on his part.
Her eyes are red,
For weeping has befriended
Her.

The winner of her heart
Has done her wrong—
The once ever beating heart
Now bleeds; she now
Wears the garment of heartbreak;
Tears roll down her eyes
Like the patter of rain on the roof.

The deflowerer has scurried
Breaking her heart to pieces;
The four cardinal points
Now meet in her head –
North becomes south
And east becomes west;
Her life is now higgledy-piggledy—
‘What have I done to deserve this anguish,
God?’ She asks.
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