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Tears Of A Widow


  • By Kingsley Godstime



    All my life, I've lived in melancholy
    ever when death in his deceptive way
    took you for shopping under six feet.
    I then learnt to hide my sadness
    with a smiling mask given to me by mummy.
    Never have I felt any iota of love
    the type you showed me.
    Your soothing words I hear no more
    those times you said all will be well
    when on our old squeaky bed.
    Why didn't you wait to fulfill those promises
    you said you will take me on tour for autumn
    and never let me suffer an atom
    Death has turned me a daylight widow
    like a lizard lurking around that dilapidated window...
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  • Oyin Young: Tuesday, 28 February 2017 at 23:32:00
  • Label(s): Kingsley Godstime , Poems
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