For Christ sake, shut up!
And let me be
Why must you always come up
At times like this?
What have I done to you
To deserve this torture
As a prize from you?
This wasn’t my plan for a better future
The rest I seek to have
You won’t let find
The peace I desire to know
You won’t let me behold
You are tearing my life into shreds
Making my world uncomfortable
And killing faster than I’d ever have imagined
The sleepless nights
Seem to you not enough
The heart aches and fights
Seem to you a thing of fun
You’ve made me cry
Tears of wasted years
And now on my skin they dry
Tears of bitterness
And now hatred for my mistakes
Cuz I know not what lies a stake
I curse the day you sprang up in me
At the mere touch of your master ‘love’.
All these while in me you silently lived
As quiet and beautifully as a dove.
Never did you bother me this way
You painted my world with colors of the rainbow
And now here we are today
All dwelling in love’s shadow
What is left of my skeleton
That you’ve come to take.
No way! You can’t have it
How can you desire your own cake?
Disappear at once!
For a second chance you do not deserve.
Copyright © CHIOMA ONYEKABA | Year Posted 2015
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