Wesongah David Poems
|41.||Monday Morning In My House||12/6/2007|
|42.||One For Sure (The Oath)||12/6/2007|
|44.||For All The Love None The Matter||5/8/2008|
|45.||Of Pitiful Love||2/25/2008|
|47.||Flesh For Flesh, Blood For Blood!||11/4/2008|
|48.||I Shall Return.||11/5/2007|
|50.||I Stand Tall-Yet Again||11/18/2007|
I Stand Tall-Yet Again
From the gloom that you dumped me,
The unfathomable abyss I was thrust into,
I exonerate myself of ambiance, heavenly disguise.
Disgusted you were with my pride,
And you let the onus fall much heavier,
But I still stand tall.
Are you surprised to see me?
You thought the swagger was gone?
You forgot of the coming of seasons,
Like summer, in winter it looks far off,
But like the high tides, it comes to pass,
And so shall I stand tall again.
You expected me begging for a pittance,
Sunken eyes laboring for pity,
Ribs through my tattered ...
The People I Trust
They are not the most adorable,
And are a bunch,
Either of liars or a poor delegation of sectarians.
They are an army of pests,
Out to thrive on my blood-
First to go under though when in liquidation,
But trust them nevertheless.