When I touched the candle flame
and burnt my fingers, Mama told me-
“Don’t worry, the pain will go away”

And when I stepped on the broken glass
and cut myself, Mr. Doctor stitched me up and said-
“It will heal, don’t fuss!”

The day I fell off the tree and broke my hand
Big Bro patted me on my back and said,
“It’s the pains of being a man!”

But when you walked out… out of my life
and left me with a broken heart,
Mama, Mr. Doctor and Big Bro couldn’t stop the bleeding

No-one could

So I just sat there
and bled, and bled and bled

 

©Wathingira Gituro

 

This poem is part of the January 31st 2011 Free Theme & Style Poetry Competition. You have until February 26th 2011 to read and vote for it. Please comment and indicate your opinion of the poem on a scale of 1 to 5.

1 – Very weak

2 – Poor

3 – Ok

4 – Good

5 – Amazing!