My Bed of Discomfort
I can’t stay clear of you
Everyday meet we must
There is nothing I can do
To avoid you
Yet you treat me like a piece of
You are so full of misery
Wish I could avoid you
Now I must make that discovery
On how to make do with you
You are wicked
Very croaked
And fearless
You treat us badly and take us forcefully
Without listening to our pleas.
Today I’ve come to challenge you
Show your face
You faceless devil
Battle with all you have
And watch prayers wash you down.
Copyright © Chioma Onyekaba | Year Posted 2015
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