Lifeless Whisper Poem by Loveth ayomide Aladejana

My sins are in numbers
Yet I know them not
Subjugation of the soul
I concede not to
Sparring of the heart
That I abscond from
All things proceed at it season
Tainted black
Painted dark
That was of there word
This they say out to folks
Lol
He care less now
It all futile believing this love is mine
Hell No
It never was mine
It all a prank
The love wish for which never was mine
Longing for a breed
Never can be tamed
Surely tarry enough
It get worse not by day
But by hour's
Loosing my sanity
Left over will be for recoissance
Damn
I miss my world
Surely miss my realm 👽