Remembrance 20-10-2020
(Series: A prisoner needs love)
The train of time passed and left it furrows on foreheads.
I want to release myself from an imaginary prison to the perfume of a future
Tear down the vault of worries
From the cell of sadness – heartbreak – depression.
I take back yesterday from my pages
A memory that return tears to the eyes
A memory that return groan to the heart
Tell those that sent them to early death;
By their palms
They’ll nurture their death
in milk & livelihood beef
Just as Pharoah nurtured his destruction (Moses)
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