Category: Suffering .

• ARGONY PARTS MY SENSES.

  I wish my heart could walkAlbeit it talks. My agony grows bymorning and noon . Besides who knows ?The herb is late so slow.Who knows , who will know?Why I sleep as I walk!No , why did you had to go?My broken stature hangs on my face,like a case without a trace to proveher innoncess.Bye…

  Ssozi Izaty.

  December 30, 2022

  Suffering ., Uncategorized

  sorrow.