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.
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A person with so much love to the "Freedom of Speech"., The like to freely express the inner thought through writing., Writing poetry and articles makes me the person whom I want to be and be a part of every single word written on every piece., The love to write pushes my deepest appreciation to the things around me and put an infinite interpretation to every single circumstances of life.
Last updated May 09, 2019