By Wisdom Ahamefula 17 months ago

Circumstances makes and mars souls

As it's bumped on by the grey and creepy 

In a day, all manner is drained in holes

As a child faced what made him weary


In defense of a dear one, I lost balance 

"Wow! I have confronted the so Mighty"

With an inner turbulent voice and hearance

I realised I had just messed with dignity 


Being an introvert, I always am viable 

But a force just brought my voice to light

I who is reputable, responsible and reasonable 

Is fallen dumbfound and currently off-sight 


Anger stirs foolery continually in everyone

There is no perfect child but a repentant one. 

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