Pity😪😭😓

Who saved his home
But burnt others’
Pity to the one who had a hearty meal
And saw one dying of hunger
Pity to the heart who still beats
Pity to the smiles that
Caused an ocean of tears
Pity to the words that speak yet don’t mean
Last pity to power
Which corrupted
A mind
A dismantling thought
Pity to the pitiless
Who want to be pitied
Lord save us
As pity is no longer
A human quality
It is a weakness
And strong shall reign
Pity
Immense pity it was just a soul
Not an army
“Women and children first”
The Captain of the drowning ship cried
“Give your life or a catastrophe will take others” What choices
This is strength no longer pity
But pity I shall always feel
For decisions that put one in these pits
Show pity fine
As in rhetoric pity
Makes you a sage
And the pitied
A broken soul🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿

Let them wander

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Clasp
Clutch
Crunch
Catch
Let it go
Destiny
Yours a new path
Theirs already
Steady
You wait

llike a rock

still stuck
Let them run

please
Wear shoes
Thick leather
Thorn
Pebble
Bleed
Ur heart
Shall weep
As they did once
Walk with you
To utter gallop
And blackened doom
Considering
Walking????

let them wander

while you wonder

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When i will meet my lord???

Haunting howls
Grace abandoned
Burnt core
Told GOD
Did or not hear
God is pushing and pulling
“No one took blame”
I did
Still
Bailed
Why?
God took me by the neck
And said “still I need more”
Haven’t had enough
I let myself
Slip
This time on the prayer mat
What if leaves me too
Darkness
Pause
Light
Hope
?????????
Omg 😲
Still
Praying
Some people
Don’t
They cherish
And revel
Shaken
Again retired to the prayer mat
Ok God,
Let’s see
If u leave me too
Because I will not stop praying
How will u then not pick me up
didn’t reply
But in a moment
I felt the thrush
Of peace,
god ” take me to your skies,
Please”
Still some time
Then u will meet your maker
Still
Me and the prayer mat
A never ending love ❤️ of a
Life wasted
God u put me to use
Useless
Creation
With no nothing
Only a heart and a will to meet its maker
Soon soon soon

Taunting treats

Voice shrill
Type 2
Obsessive visions
Unappreciative dictums
Trust loyalty
Type 10
Bruised
Memories
Ashamed
Gone
The thorn
Let it topless flower
To ferment
For soul
Yet the rose
Shall also
Wish
To never have
Been planted in
Pavilions
Un known
Yet known
Vase
It is
Yet
The rose
Petals have to grow
Wonder how
Yet soil should
Be fertile
Rose thorn
Theory of life
Spread fragrance while u bloom
And may u bloom till eternity

Shattered

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Split
Broken
Shattered
Pieces can never be fixed
Like
The marigold
Without its sunshine
The lotus without its
Dirt
The bird without wings
The eye without its iris
The cloud without its lining
So shattered it is
Waste time no more
As shattered it will be
A gift given by the ones u care for
Isn’t it enough
They left you broken
Not totally buried
God bless them
On their kindness
And who would want to join pieces
That never want to be fixed
Waiting for a miracle
Or further false hopes
Understand u are shattered but still give light if not to ur self but some
Who get their world from u
While u still remain shattered

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The paid heart breaker

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Sometimes I want to ask
What u were paid to break my heart
Pennies or a well done job
In gold
If u would
Have just told me once just once
U
Ur
Money could have been to better use
But it had to be this way
Perfect and paid
Yet, it really doesn’t matter
Paid or unpaid
The damage has been done
Yet the heart
Still beats
No one can
Hear or share
That’s a heart
U shall never feel again
Happy 😊
A damaged heart

Drama drama drama

We

All like drama,

Audiences with awe

Enjoy the turns and twists

Of the drama

Either a long or short one

Or with many episodes


Ohhh,

Awww 

Omg?

Really?

And whisper

Whimper 

And Snapchat 

The cries and yells of that dialogue 

Returning home

Talk about it 

Feel concerned 

Or simply

Satisfied 

On a day worth mentally 

Spent


Yet, 

The people who were the focus

May simmer or bond

Again

But leaves when left to blow on their own

Off their branches

Can never be

Quitened 

How about this drama 

Shifts and u 

Become the drama 

Queens or kings

And once the enthralled spectators 

Themselves

Become

The drama


Exciting ????

Nay!!!!!no longer.

The stars are not mere spots in the sky

Everyone loves a lover

They cease to belong to this world

In their minds their entire life resonates

In their hearts’ their is a saddened burden

In their gallop is a limp

In their mind is a dream

In theirs eyes  is a stream of tears

And in their wishes is prayers for all those

Who took their light

Stupid ceasing to comprehend

It was a dark age no amount of illumination

Could bring light to gloomy skies

Yet, naive lovers still wish on stars

The moon

Looks over them in its glory

Saddened at their written nemesis


Pain is their own product,

Just because they got a dark era

Tell

Or find a

Time

Right or better

Maybe

Pain would be less in its sting.