Fine.Tall.Delectable.
With
my crown added to her collection
Religion
could not even bear her pose
She
turns
And
I see a backside as in movies
Such
that could make me delete my girls
Even
if I format my skull
I’m
sure it’d make no effect on my addiction
Soothing.Refreshing.
Was
the joy I derive in her arms
Like
Delilah
I
knew I’ve slept with the killer of my dreams
Yet
on her breasts I lay my head
Hoping
never to find a better pillow
Tried
as they may
Friends
fail to make me awake
Leaving
me to snore away my grace
Alarmed.Aggrieved.
I
wake on the other side of life
Facing
the doom of my folly
Not
wanting out of my confusion
Though
I’d pray for a last minute grace
I
wouldn’t mind to die in this state
Bereaved.
I cried.
At
the replay of my days
Knowing
this could have been a better play
But
the love of the world became my fate
Now
I see me in folly
The
riches.The fame.The nonsense.
All
beautiful without a gain
(w)
30.05.13. 10:55-11:05Am
Lovin that pic!...and your words are beautiful...
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DeletePowerfully told story, well-crafted words. Your poem surely deserves another read.
ReplyDeleteI'm humbled. Thanks Uzoma.
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