Cease Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

Cease



How I desired it be a dual way
For the passions to cascade but
Turns were always in squabble awry
One way or the other pointing vehement
Fingers, it failed to craft a difference
And now my hands, consequently tide
And can't clutch tight to the glide for once
To ease the pain we better cease, in ride
The deed and impede the cherished odd
Cry no more a rive for you are relieved
Since it was never you and I to tide in odd
Enjoy the path so dry as we flip up
To a new chapter, I sort to call it quits
For the pain bared now dares laments

Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Wilson Tinotenda Waison

St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe
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