A dark waiver, your
identification,
I hadn’t even
noticed you,
You cried to win my
compassion,
Built yourself
within me with every available means,
You stretched your
hand in gratitude,
Stiffened your lips
with praise and flatter,
You hit your chest
with assurance in utter
You called it,
‘Making it better’
And the sweetness
in addition to laughter
Crazy fibber full
of humor
Opening my eyes and
am in the gutter
Tightly fitted and
misery torches
And the game I
never saw in foolishness
A look I have with
a vision into blankness
Mirror to the
symphony of coldness
And in the gutter I
lay lifeless
My personality
totally stupefied.
Nyonje
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