Garment of Shame
As the sun goes to bed and
the moon awakes,
Hopes of many ..dashed as before,
I promised to set a different goal and pace,
To prevent the little flowers from the beetles,
But I allow my hands and legs to be incarcerated,
Blind folded by greed,
I don't know how to cover my face,
Shame swallows me,my heart beat
fluctuates more than a barometer,
"Lord! please save me",
From this egocentric world of betrayal,
Give me the antidote for this poison,
So that I can pull off
this garment of shame.
My soul bleeds and my hands shiver,
As my past words haunt me.
9-8-2017
Contest:poems that paint a picture by Silent one
Copyright © Olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2017
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