Reality Beckoning Poem by Otieno Albert
Reality Beckoning
Am on my heels
going after the wheels
just to remove the peels of your well guarded steels.
Just to check how it feels
to jilt with your jeels
for i know not of the keels of real love reels.
I hope time will heal, the broken and cherished deal,
for hardly had we seal,
than i was overtaken by ego and zeal,
to eat my meal of our love bound real.
To b cont.
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