My FaceA Poem by Tumimy current feeling more like a battle fieldMY FACE
I put my hands on my face I touched and pinched What I felt Were like fluids I went for a mirror To get a perfect look Now my face was like boils More like a battle field It bleeds and bleeds Each time I try to squeeze It pours some blood After every pinch on the top
My face now besieged By the wars of my fatherland With no joy It made my face The likes of a promise land I looked, I thought What could stop the pores Acne and pimples Stuck on my face like dimples Making the face look as dead Less elegant As hell So much irritant
Like a recurring decimal Were born each generation Hereditary in my face were lots of decoration of pore and spots
how can I move them away? They were a thousand more The more I killed The more they come The more they queued The more I mourn Shall I lie and beg They might feel my tears Shall I kneel and plead They might stop to bleed Or shall I live them to reside Maybe they shall leave When it’s time
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5 Reviews Added on July 11, 2024 Last Updated on July 11, 2024 AuthorTumilagos, christian, NigeriaAbouti am just a random person trying to do best at writing more..Writing
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