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Stained Powder (international Day Against Drug Abuse) by Chocoman(m): 12:32pm On Jun 26, 2018 |
Gosh! My hands shiver Even as I type this With the handcuffs Surrounded my wrist Instead of wristwatch But handcuffs became my watch As I watch my sluggish Steps to The prison I never dreamt of The dreams I had And the dreams I never had All hanging in the walls of Okaka prison like a portrait With a sketchy colour Denying the image in it I have Fainted Like I should Cos my flesh Had betrayed my soul My soul could only cry As tears rained down My weeping face As he questioned the Love of my flesh My flesh betrayed My conscience As all my visions Lying cold to this prison I could only ask Of a chance to Share my sad story As I wrap my face in Shame and regrets And I pondered On my deceitful looks That looked Attractive yet I failed my parents to make headlines I am sorry God! Please forgive me Even as I will be saying Goodbye to the moon And sun Not to hear the call of The mighty trumpet Till I am fine I hate to miss you all But this is my fate Till I am refined in the Walls of Okaka Prisons Don't come Looking for me Cos my looks May weep you down To your tears I was only lured Just lured to this White pills to pill my skin I pop pill after pill till I was pilled This is the price of fame And that is a shame I am now the sweetheart to The walls of okaka prisons I heard the voice of Heroine Calling at Tramadol Marijuana and cocaine A life of addiction Wasted to the walls of okaka prisons I never knew I could kiss this Whitish powder Until my flesh told me But, Here I am Stained to this Stainless powder That stains my soul And shines to kill As I lay on The bare floor gazing Through the roof of Okaka prison Filled with words of Imagination to Wake on my bed From the land of dreams By: Sunday Oyinmiebi 2 Likes
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