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My dreams were fresh, as fresh palm wine

Connected with a bright future just like the morning sun

My vision was getting to the top

Until he stepped in and spelt everything doom

He was the moon but came in

In the form of a star

He affected me with his sweet but poisonous words

Blinding the eyes of my mind, my conscious refused to act

I fell into his trap of the eclipse

I forgot of my dreams and he became my dream

Everything he gave was a gift and yet a price

Warnings of guardians sounded on eclipsed ears

I thought I needed liberty

Unbeknownst I was asking for insecurity

The seed he planted within me, brought to me

The realization of my folly

My misfortunes fortune

Like a fallen glass, my dreams broke into pieces

Sorrows and shame served

 

©ANOAHWRITES

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