Broken

My baby love,
Breastfeeds on your motherly love,
Up it grows, a little tree by the river side.
Now you’re a disease,
Taking away the life you gave.

My mood like a pendulum swings to one side,
It does not come back.
I nauseate at the mere sight of food,
Although famished.
I throw up when I put a morsel inside of me,
My flesh is wasting away.

I induce my sleep,
With a shot or two.
Begging sleep,
Relieve me from this misery,
Take the pain away.
When it does, Cephalalgia the next day.

I have lost the strength,
To move smile muscles on my face.
Every exhale,
Tears burst out from my eyes,
I might just stop breathing.

Over thinking,
My mind isn’t at ease.
It may just explode into pieces.
The world will know,
I knew not peace.

Your world was cloudy.
I thought I could,
Be your sunshine.
Dry your tears,
Be your Knights, fight your fears.

Every sentence,
Was pure pretense.
I buried my love to grow yours.
I put a bit of me inside you,
Though you deny me,
There’s a little me inside you.

Unto God I have been praying,
The burden this has brought,
Unto Him I have been laying.
If this heartbreak kills me,
Thank you, I’ll have a place in heaven.

This heartbreak,
Is taking me to my ancestors.
I wanted to dig a hole so deep,
No man can fill.
I should have known it was ephemeral.

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