As I beg thee for my own life,
And bid ye guard thine,
I cease to retain my innate self--
As my life flashes images at thine knife...
I behold myself-- drunk in fear, as with wine.
You re-visit me, with pain itself.
Our hearts, so beautiful and vain
We pair in twos, you win I lose
I surrender as ye spare me, yet again,
You words remind me of my pain.
8 comments:
is that a prayer?
nice
thanks for stopin in.
I promise to care for it lovingly and keep it close to my heart
heyy i always approve your comment! its a pleasure to have you over at my place! that said, it does sound a compliment coming from you... you do have such command over human emotions!
thanks for stopping by.
very nice post
wb, mack. Good to "see" you again.
When are you sending your submissions for the naija bloggers anthology?
Send to nigerianbloggers@yahoo.com
I really don't know what to say.
Itz the kind of poem that leaves you speechless
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