DIARY OF A WIDOW

DIARY OF A WIDOW
💦 Diary Of A Widow 💦

She saw her husband thetan,
Her eyes like rivers swimming into a tank.
When the night is come;
She thinks of him
For non could performed the bedroom rituals with her.

She wondered why he met an early end,
For his demise was without invitation;
Now she live to face temptations.
Who will sing some lullaby to put her in bed?

His ghost drifted in endless existence,
He had no time for any resistance;
When he had journeyed through the wilderness.

He lamented and weep,
He is trapped in a breathless deep sleep.

🖌️🖊️©Prince Ojoka