A MADWOMAN'S DIARY

A MADWOMAN'S DIARY
💦 A Madwoman's Diary 💦

Those the gods love;
They first made mad
Her is a tale so sad
Her condition has;
Become so bad.

She's the architect
Of her misfortunes
She sleeps in isolation
With shackles
Placed upon her ankles.

Helpless in her condition
Was she invited to any madness audition?
Who have bewitched such damsel?
Who's body now adorned with diesel.

She asked for the portion of wealth
Bathed in the oceans of dead
Drank blood from their shrine
She's now under the spell of her herbalist.

She now lived in desolation;
In the exile of her isolation
Walking about without destination
With chains and shackles;
All over her feet and ankles.

© Prince Ojoka