In shadows I lingers
My heart torn and frail
I’ve seen pain knock upon my door,
Had I known, I'd bar her entrance more.

The weight of the grief is a heavy feather
And memories like fragile petals
scattered on the floor
An enemy, more closer than a friend,

My heart
her paint board
where sorrows blend
memories illuminating like the ancient chambers.

Creative art work
Etched by tears on my cheeks
As I watched love’s echoes disappeared
And my inkless feather dance on the scroll

Maybe not all pains are bruised to heal
some grips are greater than we've ever been bitten.
and since HE inscribed HIS farewell
on the marble of my hearts there it remains, unhealed by time or fate.

✍️FOLORUNSHO MIKE IYANUOLUWA