Knock me down to the crust,
Drag me wantonly in the dust
Sting every organ of me
With the intensity of a bee
Let lethal venom non-stop
Overwhelm me toes to top..
Pollute the zephyr around
And shake my host ground
Uncleashing the wolf in you
Against this this limping ewe
Till wings born of necessity
Sprout on my scarred body
Maybe then my wide wings as they fly
Could amaze your now farsighted eye
Till Wings Sprout
Umar Yahaya
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/19/2020
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Poem topics: wide, sting, dust, body, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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