Trauma
Sleep not in any side of him
death and not him we should fear
in pews aisle I walk no more
but in the aisle of aged tombs
with my candle and my weaving wreath
upon your gentle soul I still love
how inert he was when death came
sleep not in any of his sides .
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014
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