Whitewashed Tomb Poem by Felix Otiende

Theme: Behind The Mask

Whitewashed Tomb

Like a virgin princess,
I walk on a red carpet,
Showing my outer shell with a smile,

Flying high as an eagle,
Showing what the world expect on the pulpit,
Yes! Am living on fantasy,

The night has come,
The wife of the devil,
My demon arose from their hiding out,

Without integrity,
My holy garments on the floor,
A glass of cold Crazy Cock or strong spirit,

My wife becomes a punching bag,
My little papa is my wrestling tool,
Violence is my tea and hobby,
I tell you.

© Fely g chronicles