
THE OBSCURING By Mayowa Isiaq
How do I capture a beautiful soul Within the pages of a book? Imprisoning for→
How do I capture a beautiful soul Within the pages of a book? Imprisoning for→
People call me a sickler And my parents are the carriers. I see the look→
You took your first breath, Letting out a scream as the air hit your lungs,→
It is present – Visible, yet not seen. It eats deep; now a deep cut→
They call it craze I call it LOVE They say what kind of love is→
By the sea side I happily sat Oh it was indeed a glorious sight Though→
I’ve lost it all, but for a fragment of my soul. I’m constantly tied around→