Flaw
Tell me not, in sweet voices
That life is a beautiful place.
Life is but a devoid of poise!
A place where confidence embraces Cowardice giving room to everything that Seems to have no shape of elegance.
Tell me not, in sweet voices
That life is full of hope.
Life is but an empty dream!
A place where optimism is dressed in the Beautiful garment of depression.
Dreams remain dreams
Reality now hallucination
With sleep swiftly becoming the perfect place for a lively human being.
Blue skies turn black,
Green grasses now brownishly hot
With everything silently dieing out
A young teen I am,
Poignant is my name
I find myself in a sinister house, school and society
Where do I flee?
For fierce I wear
With my mind all set
Never to look back
For virtue has been buried,
Courage has been sold,
Strength has been defeated and
All dignity has been lost
Never to be restored.
Copyright © Benita Okoruen | Year Posted 2023
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