It's just not fair the way life is
Piling sorrows upon my wings
What did I do to earn this fate?
Even if I m hungry
Not a thing on my plate.
Even as I try giving everything
I always end up having nothing
Her tongue seems faster den a sword
She acts as if she s d lord
Eager as always to drag me down
Can't figure out how did i drown.
Did I really drown??
Else. Y she's seeming frown??
Do i really look like a clown??
Seems utensils are gonna crash
By the one
Whom i thought was a 'beautiful lass'!
Damned I am
Would anyone really belive
I was the sexy sam
I seemd a prized catch
For d lasses in my batch
Lil did i know...
Marraiage is my hell n death my doom
Can peace do ever last
Or should I run to my friends fast??
Damnation to u I say
Hell with the righteous in their day
Take me with my sorrows, my lad
Let me rot till i smell bad.
I cant even show her fear
Get melted by her tears
For a second I smile
But next second i gottta run a mile
To shop...
Or to say make me rob
Whenever we have a fest
I feel releived of her taste
Which makes me try my best
To eat that or get choked in my chest.
Would dying serve the end I seek?
Why do I always have to be so meek?
Would tears flow if i left this place?
Would it be for me?
Or for the lost tears dat i again may need?
Alas I'm driven to death's door
To find peace I'm looking for
Adieu my darling far and wide
I know u wont shed a tear, my bride
I m happy and so at peace
Leave me in my blissful sleep
For a moment was I happy
it seem
Gotta be awake or she'll scream
Oh! she haunts even in my dream
May be dats d reason
Why i m still so lean!
1 comment:
It's awesome the way you portray feelings, when you are yet to have them.
It's a sort of mockery of the poets who write poems actually being in the situation.
But your poems have a few grammatical and spelling errors. Not that it matters much. After all it is a poem and poets have the license to change grammar. What you need to focus on more is that the tone of the poem is lost at places. Try improving on that.
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