Afflicted

He stood across her, staring in unrefined neglect

Past deeds surfacing, their needs not yet met

“If only”, he thought, let me proceed in unbridled direct

But she was gone, in another’s arm of creed and passion bereft!


Tis what they call another fundamental historic peck?

No signs of remorse, something he so longed to see

Blinded was she, hanging on to her partner’s sleeve

Not even a glance shed in his direction

This marking the beginning of his self-created affliction!


A poem by © CHRISELDA BARRETTO

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