Shame is where the poem ends empty
In my time of need , God covered me
When I left all honour behind, God covered me
Shame is the shrouds beneath which only God sees
Shame is a stagnancy , a rotting
Shame is left lying still
My eloquent tongue and black heart
My poem ending empty
I've missed your poetry..
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry , its just so hard to write on here..
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