Updated on March 30, 2018

Thine innocence of a face that misleads even

The greatest of minds has led me grieving.

The calculated strides of your royal pace

Hath corrupted the very meaningful basis

Of my philosophies and thoughts as a person.

Going back and forth on the decisions made to exist,

The cause for the bewildering which now exists.

Relenting on the steps taken,

To arrive at this point I’m mistaken;

To have placed the basket on a set

Of a certain pedestal to which you let

Words and actions trample on and I bet

You boldly and proudly boast of such stance.

The basket to which holds the hopes and ample

Thoughts encompassed you now mishandle.

To infringe and disrupt the joy of shade

From the scorching sun of persecution, I seek to evade.

In the rebellion of the heart you smoldered,

The act of vengeance now to be delivered

To your doorstep like pizza in winter;

A definite hot meal served so cold hereafter.


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    • KrakyePoku profile image

      Krakye Omane Poku 3 weeks ago from Ghana

      yeah.. thank you very much

    • manatita44 profile image

      manatita44 3 weeks ago from london

      Faster pace ... flow ... movement in this than the previous. You noticed? right? More passion too. A great piece of poetry.