BROKEN TWIG.

O like the pain of a broken twig,

That a hurt heart feels when it breaks,

Bending over the ground,

To find the comfort of its stem.

O like a pain of a broken twig,

That a hurt heart feels, when the pains

Of its loved one fails to fade and it falls.

It waits for winter, to win the want.

© 2020 Millicent Okello