2 The Tryst

by Azam Ali

In the tumult of youth
I forgot about your promise
Of our tryst
My love for live overflowed
In the death of your splendor
And now as I make haste
Towards my own death
My pride breaks
Under its own weight
The clamor of truth
Beats steadily in my breast
As your love
Tears into the sheath of my pain
The sin is mine
And I weep at my unworthiness
To tend to your garden

There's an audio track for this poem... You can listen to it below.. :-) lol.