I Know My World
I KNOW MY WORLD
Don’t come to my world
Its milk and honey
Are that of excreted inks
A world where
Lines are made into walls
Out of a dancing pen
A world where
Her neighboring villages
Are called stanzas
And her clans
Known for words
A world where
The sound of the battle bell
Is so melodious
To the heart and soul
Where Rhythms commands
The waist of our wrist to twist
As Rhymes provokes
The wrestlers to agitate
The victory that awaits
Don’t come to this world
It is so deep and wide
Deeper than mere imaginations
And travels beyond
Human understanding
A world where
I die a thousand times
And resurrect between my lines
A world where
The wounds of the heart
Is often healed with poesies
A world where
With optical eyes
You seek my romantic interest
But fails, unknowing to you that
I hide behind poetic walls
Don’t come to my world
Else, you’ll get lost
In the mirage of lust love
Please come not to my world.
Copyright © Ann Yeeka | Year Posted 2020
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