Drape
me in your anesthetic, angelic arms,
Close
my eyes and hold me close;
Closely
in your chariot to heaven,
For
to awake without you… rather I die with you.
Pinned
to my breath is harms’
Alarm
reminding my conscience through throes,
Well
of woes I deeply dipped your dear heart in at seven,
The morn I mourned my
lost luscious love – you
By Jacobs Adewale
used in the #PulseStudentPoetryPrizeSeason 3
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