Roar of a Lioness
I do not have a perfect life
Blue, brown, yellow, black...
Orange and silver, civilize my emotions
Correspond to justify my ambiguity
Like a swarm of bees, protecting its hive
I have succumbed to my delicacy
It magnifies my efficacy
The roar of a lioness.
Lay to rest the troubles of thy self
Unfold the folded and iron the crumbled
Take a closer look in the mirror
Take a closer view in the puddle
Yes, the mystery is muddled up
You dread to look at your own soul
But nothing is much more stabbing
Like the hearts sore.
Different views, different tastes
She is not you, You are you
You wish for clarity, but
Charity you never tried
Purity was never your choice
I smell darkness
The roar corresponds to the howling howls of the night.
Sleep my emotions sleep
The night is still young,
So are you?
It was never promised to no man but,
Tomorrow is another hectic day
Pathetic is no fit to define
Lock the voice-box, sustain the roar
Sleep well my love,
Sleep well.
Copyright © Takudzwa Tosya | Year Posted 2022
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