April Poem by Amiegbereta Edwin

April



April a marred bliss
that brought my fortune.
Most days full of thorns,
Thither and hither a thorn.
The thorn prick and i bleed.
Unusual a month as this,
with grieve and much pain.
April, in all these, glory shone.
Just like that night
I slept and am awake.
I sought for it...
And i found it no more.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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