Rubbles Poem by Lola Teru

Cold and lost in aspiration
Sad but frustration should have its own advantage
I'll remember not to compromise
Its not a promise since I lost it

No dark no pain
Darkness gives forth my becoming
I feel it's tingling sweetness

As I walk with my eyes closed
I can only hold on to this breath that's true
To guide me through

Don't be surprised if this is a rubble
It's been war trying to channel my thoughts....
It's been sluggish!