AbandonedA Poem by BonifaceJust felt it
'they (you're relatives) know you need help
'they know you're part of their blood 'they feel you're desparations 'but wear a tortoise back across their hearts 'cats never send presents to mice ' don't ask me why I have written this, when an owl flies during the day, something has interfered with its meditations 'gone are the days when laughter used to be heard at my homstead 'friends used to be close though a malice cow gives both milk and dung 'evey man is lame in his own ways, May be my lameness has made me useless to those responsible and above. Maybe it has made me a posy, beautiful in its own ways but still hated by many. But the sun, though far away in the skies, says to the eye you must blink when you look at me. © 2016 Boniface |
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