I faced it!
It was indirect murder
Behind my bark
You whispered,
You laughed loud
I grew skinny,
I went pell
I was alone.
It was a silent death
Was I wrong to apprear stong?
Was i really deaf?
Didn't I care?
No, I was right because I heard.
But only realized you only talk on my back
Because you can't face me.
Alone
Ikiring Beatrice Ogwes
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Poem topics: alone, death, murder, face, wrong, silent, talk, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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