File photo of a church
Oh my beloved
You've not been absent
From our minds and hearts, but for theirs
You are
Mother sisters and the rest
Gladdens were their hearts, it was a dream Come true
How come it eluded you?
You won't listen to the dirges of my plea
Never found any way to articulate the love
A ritual of a kind
Perhaps to pay a price or
A coven's request
For that to happen, pop had to wither
Or pass, then you...
At his funeral
Drunk up was your blood
It wasn't the cries
Forgive me, I misconstrued
The foe was your sweet Comfort
By now you know, the causer of the sores
In the hearts till the worse...
A huge trust is given to your birth giver
And sis, not even a teardrop
Such ugliness may have caused the sever
With pop
Pussyfoot to blast hopes and blight lives
Like the church of night...
But for our little infinity
And how you set eternity in my heart
I'll forever honour you
She forced me to make things hard...
But I'm harder
She's the loser for the unhealed hurt
Is healed
And we're free at last