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****PLEA****

 

***PLEA***

The dooms day struck like the birth pains of a laboured woman
The ties were lingering
To it's siege to the underworld of demise

She was about inscribing an epitaph on the tomb stone of our ties
She was pitiful and incisive
Her words were sober and her voice stutter as if she will give away tears

Saturated with the dust particles inward remorse
It came knocking straight into pages of my heart

At a moment I lost glee
In tears and grimace
The drops descended through my brown pages
It was a moment of unforgettable conquest 

Her cries were factual
I was uncanny
I didn't caress her feelings

I hold back tears 
And laughter struggles with my sorrow
Because my Love has flooded away

Ohh! I am drowning in dejection,
Rejection
Because I didn't pay attention to her affections 
Her remonstration now is my attention

To let her reflexions pay approbation
And exchange this death paying decisions with acception.

         ™© Brown
Proff, Pharmacist and Poet.

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