#WritcoPoemPrompt48
Write a poem about a time that your illusions of someone or something were shattered.

this is not a will,
but a small possession,
to be...
under the care of my mother.

hello mum?
i am sorry,
i'm running short of time,
because death has come.

i wish i had a moment again,
to face you and tell you this,
but writing it down on shit,
i find it of glee and ease,
so take it just the way it is.

ma'
Jay is my wife,
i know this is a surprise,
but am about to hit you again,
with another big one.

we married for months,
and she has my child,
i know this news shocks,
but she gave me...
a lovely daughter ma'
i named her Heaven,
a place where i am going to be,
now that my flesh is dead.

this is one lonely gift,
that am leaving you with,
i understand we were never good,
because i defied from your wish,
when i left school for music,
but ma' blood is ever thick,
forgive my ignorance please,
take care of my small family,
and in them i will never leave,
ya'll always feel my presence.

allow my soul rest in peace.
by keeping a promise,
to be there for my wife and kid.
on my behalf.

© 🩸...JB...🩸