Wednesday 21 July 2021

My Delilah

 Ah, what to think of her that has passed me by? What do I say to the humiliation enshrined in the termination of my truth? What do you say dear one? She was like a dream, an awed devotion, a beaming vision whom I was delighted to rest my honour. But she is gone, lost to the horizon of my abyss. Here I stand in celestial sorrow, dappled in the darkness of my loss. But I never possessed her. Never said hello, only watched her in the distant dawn. She is my departed glory, my dethroned princess and my Delilah! 


K.Oni

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