A Letter To Ana

A Letter to My Ana: I lay my heart before your altar this day Use it a sacrificial token to bedwet your imagination Take this pieces of my emptiness as an unbriddled bread baked in sorrows Forgive my righteous mind of the unspoken sin I cheated and betrayed the santity of our bed I lay with that scarlet lady late in the dark I dangled my stupidty in her bossom Dancing between her thighs Fooling my ego in her temple Tilling my tails inbetween her arrogant moves I lost my rationality for a pleasure Now i journey on a highway to the grave I did it when the lamps were mute and the lanterns wicks gone My righteous heart drowns in guilt Insomania betrays my eyes Please, Take this dying heart as a token, Breath afresh on it that my soul may gain rest and pardon in the beyond... Tell my unborn child that am gone to nowhere... Awoh Kingsley *well the above piece is a fiction...just my heart playing round my poetry mind.