Vimbainashe Mangoma

Jilted, Wilted

What have I done wrong in this here life?
Jilted, tilted, wilted before my time
Dumped, dragged with shame in flames

No call; no scream; just in waiting and equating…
To laugh and cry in isolation
Punishment of the highest order
Imprisoned with no crime
Guilty?… before the jury decides
I’m innocent!!

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