Its just a storm,
Its just a scary tale,
It will always pass.
While I slept,
You stole your way;
Snuck up to my window sill.
While I dreamt,
You toiled all night,
Hoping my soul to soil.
Planted,
Yes you did;
A tiny bitty seed of wrong.
I woke with fright,
Knowed you had come;
Pulled and tugged at the growth.
Found strength alas,
Wrenched your grip;
Freed my soul.
Matthew 15:13 KJV
But he answered and said, Every plant, which my heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up.
Damilola Jonathan Oladeji
Great poem,I love d flow n your diction.
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