Falling Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

I am the baby toying with a sharp knife
With a lady running from being a good wife,
A game that hurts with a sweet pain
Makes a thousand hope of a mirage gain.
Attracted to fire like a honeymoon firefly
Burning with desires make me laugh and cry.
I smile but in the mirror I see a flown
Inside the milk I think I'm getting drown.
Tears paints my face clay and gay,
Yet, still blinded by that pretty lay.
Love takes us where we don't wanna go,
Gladly bearing a killing and thrilling cargo.
And we fall where we suppose to stand
Like a bent knee before a sexy hand.


(C) 15-08-2018