Again
Filled with threads of hatred
Amidst deceivers and pretenders
You were sent
Sinking may look inevitable
The arrow may be off the bow already
Despite the gun to your head
Hear this whisper "love again"
The roof may be on fire
Misery may define you
Hear this whisper "love again"
Your survival is a promise of victory
This darkness is an assurance of a coming dawn
Breathe,
Live,
Love again.
Copyright © Joseph Babatunde | Year Posted 2018
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