Right in the womb, alone I play
Alone in thought, deeds with blank bare aim.
Brought to the world, I see lonely days
Like Yaremi, I learnt the world, both phase and days.

Rejected by all in my lonely pilgrim,
Peril and its frenetic squally rhythm,
Shackles of gain, in a flowing brim.
My life like a Lilly, a sorry doleful film.

Look me in the eyes and tell me what you see.
Eyes full of tears like a rolling sea.
Tainted a joy and reason to breathe,
Again in dwell in my iroko tree.

Lonely child, the world I call a mess
Tell mummy I’m rejected of men and the rest.
Tell he that has ears to hear, the press,
About my lonely days in beautiful somewhere else.


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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