top of page

For the millionth time

Updated: Jan 16, 2023

The oppression my heart knows no bounds

I beat it day and night with hope

It expands and contracts at the sight of whoever

The disappointing sounds of wedding bells


Alone at the altar I stand

My roses black and heart blue

Blood gushing out of my scars

Do I die again or watch my heart wither?




Photo by: Kingsley Osei-Abrah



Comments


Post: Blog2_Post
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • LinkedIn

©2019 by Thoughts of an African writer. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page