Under the blanket
turning and whining
on this soft bed
shouting and howling
from the heart
my soul is aching
that I have to make
a decision and a choice
that I cannot help it
may I not fail here
oh why do we love them
when they do not love us
oh why do we hurt them
when they love us most for
hate is less of pain than love.
John Ugolo Umah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/turn-and-whine/
