Crimson Stain Poem by Asaolu Abayomi

Lined in plain
Dressed up with linen
Surrounded by touches
Touch of lessons
Lessons of love
Love to grave

Go on forward
Look not backward
Step on them
Its a must play game
Mind not the gallon
Gallon of perdition

Pure are you lined
Dressed to be stained
Hard crimson stain
Unending the pain
Far gone wrongfully forward
Wishing I amend all I left backward

Crimson is the stain
How hard I scrub in pain
Yet unremoved
My ocean of tears dried
Having lost my morals
Isolated I remain in silence.