FORLORN; See by Oluwashola Isreal oluwafemi

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There is a way we-men die everyday, this poem is one of them, for each letter is
broken into pieces of condolences
Do not search for rhythm in between these lines if you don't know the true colour of rose flower
Do not search for rhythm in between these lines if you don't know how sagging breasts
Find the taste of rebellion on the tongue of vengeance
Do not search for rhythm in between these lines, if you have never found your sight pregnant of tears and blood, or your sanity groaning, moaning, drowning and panicking beneath the intense river of thought
Do not search for rhythm in between these lines, if you have never beaten your chest and wished to become one of those things reborn to the womb of flames and Gomorrah
Do not search for rhythm in between these lines, if nature's beauty has never reminded you of your beast, or each of breath struggle for a
Fill of oxygen
Do not search for rhythm in between these lines, if you have never struggled to capture the pool in your eyes ,while your world burn and you watch it fall for you cannot say goodbye without saying good.
This is for boys with crowns, shackled from the broken pieces of a girl waist bead
May their days be pale like the yellow sun
Oluwashola Isreal oluwafemi, is a Writer, a native of Ondo state, Owo, a business administrator with the passion of art burning deep in him.