Days pass by and I remain in this cage,
Wrapped like a corpse in a cloth of rage,
My vessels from red turn beige,
Your words upon my heart they lay a seige.
You mock my love and care,
But thou dost not care as it seems to 'ppear.
Slowly I begin to lose my mind,
For your disposition towards me my soul doth it grind
Though I pretend tis doth not matter,
My faith that unto me will you return begins to falter,
Though I thought nothing could our love alter,
Necessitudo Finita!
YOU ARE READING
INSOMNIA
PoetryDolor refers to the feeling of sadness. X is about Malcolm X and the fight against oppression of black people. Necessitudo finita means 'this is the end of our union'.
