by Julius Omila
I am done, so very tired
Ignoring the weight that growing inside
Never been, a man of a fool
It devours me and poisoned my soul.
Corruption sheltered my mind
Prisoner of flesh, not of a kind
Can't get out, totally caught up
Crying inside but the pleasure won't stop.
No one, ever sees my tears
Not even once, heard by ears
But what voice the world may speak
Is what the mouth may ever seek.
Last updated May 09, 2019