Turned Into The Ash Love Poem by Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

Gawking at our history possibly would start the flames
Spark of love couldn’t alleviate the wounds of my heart
Just only the pain to be felt in my guts
The soreness of your dishonesty entwine my spirits

After all you still see me as a nonentity
You turned my happiness into the horrifying tenderness
Now it’s like I never existed to you
You made me the mischievous sprite of myself

How could you not see it?
How could you not remember all the moments?
But you desire to pulverize the whole lot
Now my love is an ash love

I don’t know why you did what you did
But maybe you’ve got the heavens authorities
And angels knee in your arrivals
Maybe you are The above all up in the skies

You think lies are syrupy
And stolen waters have differently flavor
But truth is better tasty than the whole lot
And this ash love will end one day