A POEM: BURNT...

A burnt finger will always remember fire...

- Alice Walker...

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The seas in my head are drying;
My leaves are currently falling;
My feathers have since been broken;
You've rendered my name, forsaken.
- Burnt...

I was a flower in your forest;
Whenever you found me you found rest;
My image you had in your locket;
But now you spurt me with me rockets.
- Burnt...

You conferred me much of assurance;
I felt your love in abundance;
I gave you my life, insurance;
And now you sputter in vengeance.
- Burnt...

Once my lover and my cover;
We did sing under the shower;
You climbed me like a tower;
Now you crush me with your power.
- Burnt...

My bones are broken;
My heart has spoken;
Fleeing is my token;
Until your conscience has awoken.
- Burnt...

BURNT...

Composed & Written By:
Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift...

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