Fidelia

Written by: awoh kingsley awoh

It is time to go home
Though you are so dear to me
But Fidelia, you are brute
You drank too much men

I remember, how she teased me,
How she used to lull me with kiss
I left a portion of my humanity on her lips
Now am dying,
Now am going home

Dear love, why must i be betrayed;
All i deserve was to be loved
I reached for knife
Curving my skin with pains
Painting it with blood
In the pool of blood
I sobbed,
She left me in disarray
Why Fidelia..?


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