Familiar Faces
In this familiar room where my soul
was ripped out of my body,
were faces whom I once deeped hands
in the same bowl with,
In this familiar surrounding
where my betrayal played out,
were faces whom I once played in the mud
and climbed trees with,
In this familiar walls,
where my demise was plotted,
I once laid on its bed and shared
my dreams,my fears and my future.
these ones sending me to the great beyond
and ripping off my fortune
once pledged allegiance to me
and walked my path with me.
the warmness of brotherhood
has long vanished in the eyes
of the people who hugged my mother
and bade her farewell.
In this familiar room filled with familiar faces,
that once kissed my forehead,
and held my hands,
I have been served me with an unfamiliar evil.
Copyright © Christine Chukwueke | Year Posted 2023
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