I am sorry for breaking you
I know the blotches stay
Ignorantly built a room for those pests to stay
Eggs of pain, they lay
I was craving your happiness
Sadly I only got you breaks and sadness
Spiritual terror and sickness
Deserted with scars and helplessness
Let rippers rip off your glee
You deserve more than these bleeds
I could offer peace and ease not these
Your rips can't be caught sight of but felt
On cloudy days you live in the street of death
The Valley of broken you wandered through to let
Wallowing in scars I let
I can feel the torture and the miseries;
Soul, I caused you to live
Mountains of pale winks you see
Horrible hymns you sing
Even your flesh has been split and turn
Though you bleed lowdown and you burn
You still put on my look gloss
How I wish I could fly out those pests of yours
Still thirst for a blessed day not a course.
©Ibraheeman Jalloh || #Dogoloya_breed || raheemanjallohpoems.blogspot.com
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