God,look and tell me what you feel
Do you see my tears are torrents of cleaning fluids accompanying a smile that is burdened with pain so real?

Does my voice resonate like a meaningless trumpet sound or do you unwrap it and decipher what it desperately needs?

I feel my heart is akin to a field infested with pests creeping on my sanity creating a cross pollinated new plantation of despair with relentless weeds of sorrow

You pioneer a guitar with dexterous abilities enveloping our souls with a melancholy melody that perpetualy rubber off our pencilled smiles

This world is a jail with a buffet of treaties that are a luring facade restraining us from seeking trail.

We kowtow to a gospel that replenish our souls with hope yet a masquerading slaver of freedom with malicious deceit like the Trojan horse

Do you reckon l have an armoured heart enclosed in a steal shell of soothing capsules neutralising painful losses?

Why...