Crucified
CRUCIFIED
Shot and missed!
Close not close enough
Why am I shooting at an empty sky?
The clouds are covered in impenetrable bullet proofs
How do I shoot at the moon in this eclipse?
So confused!
In my perfections and imperfections
I have given them my all; tried at least
Yet, my best seem like my worst
They have chosen not to believe in me.
All blames on me!
The white sheep in black clothes
They can’t see my struggles
How can they my hustles?
Do I have to put my head on the blade for them?
Eyes closed!
When am gone; they open their eyes
My bed is full of needles; my pillow, full of tears
How much more will I cry before I get consoled?
Now that am dead; they wail and write the best tributes
My casket made of gold; my grave full of diamonds.
Lordvip
Copyright © Victor-Alexander Chibuikem | Year Posted 2016
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