My friend (2)

Burdens are poisons to some hearts
Healing never locate some persons until their singlets be soaked with beach proceeds that visits the bone.

My friend cried 😭 when a lady like her was nailed
She wept sore.
Not because the lady was pure but,
that she would’ve been taught the act of forgiveness.

Burdens are poisons to some hearts
I quickly remembered and helped her build a castle-like image
I regurgitated the lady in a framed picturesque, coated her lips with gloss and her face with Mary Kay
And I planted her in my friend’s heart.

I wasn’t a doctor but
I know what type of pills my friend desires.
She became healed.

I wiped her tears with soft kisses of words
And yes! My shoulder was broad enough to house her mucus.

Burdens are poisons to some hearts
I just pray you find healing timely, when it hasn’t traveled to Italy via irregular migration.

Adekunle Writes

Published by Adekunle Writes

Adekunle is the author of a poetry collection, 'Arise Nigeria'. A young writer, Adekunle is a correspondent at Church Times Newspaper and Contributing Editor for Interviews at OPEN: Journal of Arts and Letters. He's the recipient of Daily Trust Newspaper's Poet of the week, January 2019. Follow me on Instagram on Adewunmi

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