A PERIOD MY PRETTY

When he/she is sick, then you're sick

A PERIOD MY PRETTY

Sometimes in life too hard to support, we weep

Soul touched, the pains so deep, the feel

Precious the tears, a sense only the Queen for whom

A period in time, her love no doubts to strain

The warm of his arms, a brace unique in time and place

Consoling and gentle, satisfaction not enough

 

His actions drives downhill, and confidence at peril

Man what countenance, a weeping weed for twin

Am wrong, everything moving wrong, give it all wrong

Trench thoughts, feather aloft the head, length of skin

Whole system in absolute disorder, it is my choice

Born a man have to face it, ill light make it shine

 

A virtual watch, ward guard, focuses on a sick bed

Sleepless night becomes a companion and loneliness a friend

Just a hope one wish of a positive change fast and full

Recovery not to think off, let flesh be just you

Ebony painted, you are beauty in all expectation

It’s a worse moment, a period when you are sick

njama

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• By njama
• 2017-02-22
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