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 Jun 2020 Enegbuma Angelica k
JD
I cry alone
I dig into my hands

Fingernails long
Hands bleeding…

You are never there
Alone I lay and bleed

I’m being judged
by you, by the world

For the scars that you can see
And the ones you don't.
Times are getting, harder and harder.
Times are getting , darker and darker.
Times are getting, scarily and scarily.
Times are getting, sadder and sadder.
Times are getting , lonelier and lonelier.
Times are getting, more depressing here.
God is allowing this to draw us to him.
For only he can save us from all of this.
He wants to deliver us and then save us.
Our most clear and beautiful image
Is situated in our heart and imaginations..
So I say-
Be that, you are in your imaginations
You will be unique
Most of peoples have a glorious image of themselves in their imagination they should try to be that
My skin is colored
A pigment from a palette
Of earths mother

My blood is red
Like each others

My brain thinks different
Yet similar
It wonders

Why a shade of flesh
Would matter
When chosen by the artist

The lover
The admirer
The charmer

Does it matter the cover
If you love the books contents

Coloured
She's​ my beautiful
Wife and

I love her so much
In life,

I couldn't Love

An other as much as
I love her

She touches my heart
Every day like no other

Holding​ her in my arms

She whispers..

I love you..

I softly whisper

I love​ too.
True Love
I want to sketch every
memory in a note book
cover each page
with blood diluted by tears
slowly forming patterns
some as dark as henna,
some forgotten.
At least I'll know I'm not
bearing it alone.
Every one that comes into my life only tends to gift me memories.I've become a memory keeper and I can't bear it alone anymore.
Nine months
Of blissful ignorance

Nine months
Of peace

Nine months
Of rest

Nine months
Of safety

Nine months
Of love

Nine months
Without heartbreak

Nine months
Of growth

Nine months... was all we got

What gave the World the right to rob us of so much?
I woke up sore
Shower is cold
I missed breakfast
Working late
I’m halfway through the week
Weekend is far away
But I’m content
I have family
I have all my friends
I can breathe
I have sleep
All my needs
Are fulfilled
My life isn’t perfect
But I’m content with it
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