Deep in deep down,
thy heart smells,
all its dark spots
spotted by the eys,
skimmed down,
thy heart beats,
the ears call for an alarming news,
clossed eyes,oh!terrified eyes,
‘it is me no,perhaps maybe,
as i stood by the que
of finality reflection,
caught on sight,
tongue pants,
but lies to save soul,
inner me knows
i took part
awaits for an outcome
but outdates itself
the heart calls for a no
the mind dials the no
the inner soul unresponds
convicting my fate
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Author:
imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Excellent
thanks
Good write Isa.
Thanks
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