Walkaway Poem by Barima Basoah

Blood is thicker than water,
but they prefer water.
my heart is cut into pieces,
man's enemy is his own household,
how love hates me.

In the house of my friends.
I am deeply wounded,
smiling to my face,
laughing at my back,
how hope disappoints me.

Though she comes to gather,
but only for herself my pieces,
with closed eyes she kisses,
to my grave and hell, she sends me,
how trust betrays me.

I will go to a place of nowhere,
where I will see not this world,
that I will only hear the sound of my feet,
and will only feel the beatings of my heart,
I will walk from all, I will walk away.


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