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Wet eyes
like pains of birth,
and as bitter as death.
so depressing like a threat,
riping you apart at length

like a placed bet, lost
it holds no peace in thought,
stripping you of comfort
with the shatterings of discomfort

Never perceived as it comes,
disguised in different forms.
mirages are seen as loss,
but not this crooked force.

so hard to hold back a tear,
though strucked by a close peer.
feelings of shame and despair,
as well as vengeance void of fear.

like julius, detested and rejected.
wishing to ascend but dethroned,
took a brutus who didn't spare.
as it reads in a tale of shakespeare.

better when it's a stranger
lesser hath it's anger
still full of regret
and no love to be felt

© leo chinedu Mandah