The unspoken
In the solemn fortitude
Of a square box,
I sat at a 90-degree angle,
Hunched,head between my knees.
What went so amiss?
My lofty heart cannot fathom.
My head is in shambles.
Whence do I turn?
To a kin,turned foe?
The silent whispers and the scorching gazes I see.
Oh, the fall of the ferocious,
Encapsulated in heartbreak,
and the ugly garment of shame.
I should have fled.
But the honey voice of the viper kept me ensnared.
Now my "fate is altered,"
For another life breathes in my womb,
Who will never know the word "father."
Hope is delusional,
But I will hold onto its fiction,
That there will be a future of bliss,
Where affection shadows indignation.
Copyright © Hellen Nuhu | Year Posted 2025
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