Little Nasty One from the Island

My words, a barb, they pierced too deep,
A wound I carved, where laughter used to sleep.
Haunted by guilt, by shadow cast,
For trust I shattered, a love that couldn't last.

The villain now, a twisted guise,
A monster born form kindness's demise.
Your hate, a storm, a chilling rain,
But blame won't mend, it just brings pain.

I yearn to tear this barrier down,
To melt the ice, with love unbound.
To rewrite the story, etched in stone,
Where my name hangs, not cold and lone.

But forgiveness, a fragile bloom,
May wither now, beneath the gloom.
All I can offer, a silent plea,
That someday, warmth will set us free.


West Java, April 2024.