Days of Sorrow
Days of tribulation ,days of persecution;
Days I wish not to remember;
The day I lost two precious jewels-mum and dad,
I became an orphan and a nobody,
Soon after, I lost my aunt to a careless ‘hit and run’ dude,
My sorrow multiplied; I was speechless for days.
Many days I went to bed without food;
I battled with cold at night ,
Strive to survive and to become somebody;
Which I did…..
But the aura of sorrow encompassed me ;
Chained me like a wild beast ,
And today I suppose to be celebrating
my promotion as the top man, but…..
I celebrate or sorrowbrate the burial of my LOVE….
DATE:5-2-2015
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