Slain
SLAIN
In my heart there is this emptiness
It's like I'm in the wilderness
Starving yet there is no food
Messed up...damaged,nothing good
If I could I would...
Change the very situation
The cut too deep,I can feel the pain
Hurt,broken;my heart broken
It hurts,the whole of me slain
Was connected to it but now it's been taken...
The thing I was attached to
Fell for it,my heart too
You have heard of Shakespeare's tales
But this is my story I tell
Not fantasy,not fairy,but reality
It's a confession from the victim
The latter... the latter thought it would last for eternity
Proven wrong by the outcome
I embraced it warmly but forgot the Rose is thorny
Now it's tearing my flesh apart
I've got to remain immobile can't move my body...not even a part
Warm liquid gushing out, flesh wounds, so a rose could harm me?
Copyright © Ondeng Moses Otieno | Year Posted 2018
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