My Cemetery
MY CEMETERY
Where my cemetery is,
there my heart's waste products lie
Where my cemetery is,
there I bury my past
Where my cemetery is,
there I let go of that which bites the dust
I could dump them in a bin
But when I do,
they would rot and create a stinky environment
That environment might remind me to sin
For my past stretches my heart like a catapult.
So where my cemetery is,
there I lay to rest my disappointments
there I part ways with bereavements
there I betray my pains
there I break up with my emotional chains
My cemetery Is full of failure.
Their presence will flout the constitution of my future.
Hence, can't have a position in my life.
I know not where my cemetery is
But I know I own one, whether hypothetical or real
Do you have a cemetery?
If you don't , create one , for your life needs it.
Copyright © Chrisdad Kojo Arthur | Year Posted 2016
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