Bitter Pills
Her mouth aches sorrow,
Sorrows that her eyes cannot visualize
But yearn,
Have you forgotten?
She was once the reflection of your thoughts, & Replica of love,
Now the seed of a rival germinated deep within her veins,
Giving her bitter pills,
She finds it difficult to swallow.
Was it love at first sight
got her stabbed from untold truths In the back?
What about the innocent child?
Is he not a blessing from the almighty?
What if she travels miles,
To regain your trust
Would she not be in the chain of oppression,
Like a lost generation
That has no imagination of succession
To change their nation,
Because they have no contribution to offer.
Have you forgotten?
She is a beautiful soul to adore,
woman to call behold,
who's possessed all the virtue & Aimed at making her husband better, teaching her children to serve God.
Have you forgotten who she is?
she was once the lanterns in your dark
Why hast thou forsaken that charisma in there?
…..do you know, you're the prayer request she offers every night,
Though she has no shelter to stay in,
Everyday,
she tells the Lord,
with his open heart,
rendering prayers & Thanksgiving
She's at the gate of tears,
Pleading for mercy & conscience
'cause
Everything around is falling apart,
There seems to be no way out.
The bondage of love, as cast a chain
Upon her,
Covering an innocent child to beguiled affiliation,
Dancing by the random of serious love,
That has tormented thee in perpetual agony.
Would she ever think of falling in love again?
Cause she now sees it as a scam,
Piled together in the mud.
About this poem
The poem portrays, a lady being oppressed as a single parent. Involving regret, hardship & affilation.
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Written on June 07, 2022
Submitted by @JessicaWesseh on June 07, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,602 |
Words | 349 |
Stanzas | 28 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 3, 1, 1, 3, 1, 5, 3 |
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