Fragments
Marital pieces float
Like a kindled smoke
Some thought choking my throat
Nearly giving me a stroke.
Good that I wished
Far running out ahead
All the cherished
Seems now living dead.
Now I know my dreams
A world of fragments
I have always been a centre
Never holds or worths the sceptre.
Alas! At my delusions
How deceptive are you
My plan for an Eve vision
No one stayed; Stayed no two.
13/09/2013
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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