Even yesterday
You stole my sweat
You deflowered it
Despite the plea at bay
Oh! What an extorted day it was
After a malevolent gifting of energy
You roared a cause
Which wore gay
Why have you decided
To bewitch me
Why have you decided
To rid me of glee
No, no, not this time
Not it again
Spare me today of this one
Please, spare me of this precious prime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting write Kelechi. Keep it up