Weeping Heart
By Aishat Bello
My weeping heart begged
For a chance to turn back time
So when I go to bed
My dreams are worth more than a dime
My weeping heart cried
For a time I know not
A life lived by those who have died
A period when assets had pride
My weeping heart sought
For seasons past
When with honest toil we bought,
Needs from which we now part
My weeping heart wept
Seeking solace from those who also weep
Craving comfort where there's none to find
Lips pursed to silence the screams
Grace to grass to underground
Frying pan to fire to the pits of hell
My weeping heart watches in despair
Because the worst is not the worst.
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