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MY GHOST


My night was blessed When our bed was wet with sweet cry Your promise of undying love cloud my mind and I was lost in a passion so consuming I could hardly breathe You took away the ability to be sensible And replace me with a less part of me Your happiness became my happiness Though I was in pain Yet you thrust so deep, that I had a cut You were never satisfy You wanted more Even in my dying state, you continue to explore my feeling Till I had no strength left in me I envision that the feeling was mutual Only for the bell to ring at the door of another The ring of our love you pass to another and Left me entangled in the web you have created You came begging before the wedding To have a one night with you as a goodbye kiss to seal the wasted years of my life Then I knew the beast in you must be crazy My spirit failed, for my broken heart was shattered in pieces Then I gathered my broken heart and put it in one container and seal it up I became regid to being a fool for a second time I remoulded me and placed my happiness above others Even my missing rib will have to go through a tough rules and principle to gain access to my heart Then the comments began She is too regid they said She is too principle I try to fight my ghost Inorder to adjust a bit The more I fight the more the beast image come to mind I looked at the sky for hope And I was reassured that there's light at the end of every tunnel For the son stare at me with compassion and extended his hand of friendship And I was born to a new realm Where peace is the welcome gift I became a new person for the old ghost had left And the new occupant which is the Holyghost enter into my being I felt happiness for the first time in many years And then I exhale
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I'm a upcoming poet, A teacher, A writer. I'm busy with my God given talent. I love playing with words. Becoming a well recognize poet and Author in the world is what drive me.

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Okundia ADESUWA loveth
Beautiful piece

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