Reticence
He made me the centre of gravity.
Pride dressed, lone like blood moon
Whose deserted home became vanity
Did I become evil or was I rune?
Greater insight and realized sanity,
I was the diamond his life festoon.
Copyright © Beryl A. Ouma | Year Posted 2020
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