A silhouette that still specters me
But sans, I go through throes,
Which I can’t speak
The treble in my head
Nags me of the infernal contrition
I’m truly mortified in remorse.

I’m one of the bereaved
Whose tentative about who they trust
God, plz 4give me
There’s 2 many innumerable sins
Never been touched,
Gathering dust

My sullen and wary attitude
Was gone tonight as a peace was
Settled over
The enigmatic feeling took an impasse
No more cold shoulder

I’m done w/ the melancholy
As I coercion it away
Never going 2 miss my nostalgia
And now the inception
Can finally stay

I collected my anthology works
& place them on display
Done 2 B written
I put the pen away