To Leave or Not to Live.
I love poems and creative work especially fictional based content.
I live like a lily, drowned in the waters,
they say it sounds silly, but I ask,
cant a woman speak freely,
the ripples Willy, a sign of heart getting softer,
compassion growing, and thoughts growing fonder.
He sinks his claws Willy, gently like a love-sick maid,
preying on my weakness, my love for him a sickness,
Willy, i think he is harmless, of course I buried the sadness,
his memory a darkness, a past I don't want unfolded,
but love a deceitful master, draws all and others in.
Shall a woman submit, if not shall he be offended,
my lover seeks me again, masculine as I am,
Willy should I take him back, despite the omens,
the answer well known to me, but I still seek advice,
to leave, or not to live.
© 2021 Matilda Mumbua
