A Story Poem by Blessing Asake

is just a new day, sun never
take a shadow of itself,
the cloud seems to have
sense today,
the day was a day but was
very short.

weird moment I think she is
coming for good,
she plan to have the grace
with me but on our way she
left me behind, she stock me
up with her fake promise.

Never see the count on myself,
but words keep counting on
me,
opinion with little faded option,
she term me to be bad angle,
is just the beginning of our story.

a story with no title of love,
could that be what enemy plan
for?
we do laugh together but cry
alone, in a quick words she has
nothing good to offer.

I have her peace even without
seeing her,
I see her alone but her duty is very poor for me,
find out my story you will see how beautiful nothing it is
my story our story a story