There's no honourA Poem by BAMBE ABASS ABIDEMIThe world has no honour for your striving days.
Tears are weak to tell the pains
That world, a place that drains All the misery encoded In tears And organized in numbered years. Every hiccup is a sign and tale To tell where fate stabs but fail. Every enigma, a blessing Written on watery dreams in raining Night and stormy mare With a lost infant left unbare. Every wrinkle is a chain That yanks the youth into pain. Love is a battlefield where none wins, Even romeo and his juliet with less sins. But every sorrow is from the root, Where love starts to sprout. It's a graveyard that a fool sees and mock, And it's that which the wise sees and slack. The eye is weak so the knee,bend, The eye to cry with no water to lend There's no memory just illusion Of the life we want, but fading in a vision. The world is a concoction Of misery, with unsettled rumination, The wise scared, uncertain, Fool wise and certain There is no honour. © 2023 BAMBE ABASS ABIDEMIAuthor's Note
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Added on March 21, 2023 Last Updated on March 21, 2023 AuthorBAMBE ABASS ABIDEMIIbadan, west, NigeriaAboutI am Abass Abidemi Bambe. I write poems, jokes,essays, articles and short stories and other fictional works. I love to pen down sad literature that picture the sorrows going on in the world or those .. more..Writing
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