Poems from Nnyka
A queen, but at what cost?
Dignity, diligence, grace
All of which I've lost
It's so shallow,
This fake reality in which we live.
The slightest crack or slit,
And the world goes to shit.
Who decides this fate
And...
Time...
So fragile a thing,
yet never changing.
ridiculed by fate,
it beats a constant drum
Time...
How overbearing and bossy,
ticking away...
As years pass by
and friends move on,
I've confronted new lies
and regretted whats gone.
Sickness and Heath
both said hello,
Have they...
thin as paper,
so easily tampered
her will and character,
now corroded and tattered
it costs less than a cent,
to help a foiled soul
with...