She once breathed as their beloved,
A fragile petal in a storm unending,
But shadows crept, their whispers cruel,
And she, the offering, was cast into the night.
Love, a ghost, wove chains around her heart,
Each link a lie, a promise undone.
Her dreams were caged, wings clipped,
A delicate bird, silenced by the dawn.
Trust was a blade that sliced her soul,
Leaving scars that bled in the dark,
In their hands, she was clay to be broken,
Molded into a sacrifice, bitter and cold.
They etched their darkness into her veins,
Her spirit shattered, left in the rain,
She, the vessel of their sins,
Fell into the abyss of their hollow grins.
Now she wanders, a shadow lost,
Damaged beyond repair, a storm within.
Her tears, the rain that never ceases,
Drowning in echoes of love’s cruel deceases.
Yet even in the void, a flicker remains,
A spark defiant, refusing to fade,
But the wounds run deep, too deep to heal,
And the night holds her, cold and real.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2024
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 