A Call from the Past
It's real!
You forced me to give it a seal,
My tears remain congealed.
In darkest hour my fears renew,
I can see you with torture's menu,
I decided to live life anew,
Billows of happiness engulf me,
I was surfing in waves of misery.
I'm now a proud lawyer and father !
Before now, my thinking hovers round your finger
Listening to your voice again,
I can't help but recall pain,
I will fight!
The world thinks I'm full of might,
The tungsten has its own weakness,
My virginity stripped with fierceness!
I wept for humanity's goodness,
My vibrant muscle failed, I was featherless!
Mom will say " he is unusually silent"
I tried to speak, my voice got lost in your apartment
You are pleading now,
Yet you ruined my childhood within an hour!
Adeyosola Cole
Adeyosola Cole, a.k.a Memory's Quill is a poet, from Lagos, Nigeria. This is her first published work. She loves to write, read and do research.
The tungsten has its own weakness," My favorite line.
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