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Imbecile
As I house myself
In a shade of poverty
Shame has covered my heart
It feel like someone has tore it apart

At times suicide visit my mind
For I just can't foresee tomorrow, I'm blind
To this life combined with pain, assigned
By the Devil and, I continuously declined

He's invitation to dance to his tune
Maybe I will see him in the afternoon
For now I'm a little bit loon
Not surprising when your pockets are empty

I guess I could be lured by he's advances
But my child makes me glance
At her and cry a river as I trance
Knowing I might perish without a trace

Life ain't fair is a line I'm queuing
With, it has for a long time being brewing
In the core of my soul, what am I doing?
Lord help your son as I'm tattooing

This letter, I will leave it at your staircase
Maybe I will ace
An invite in your base
Let me improve my bass

I want to give up and let go
I wonder how I will blow
It would be wonderful in Bordeaux
At least I will end up having some foe

Is dying worth it?
Giving up is it a gain?
Can I be called a coward?
My spirit is down and I'm losing it!
© Malunga G