THE ANGELIC WISH
Am an angelic writer who has hidden secrets
The civilians judge me according to what they heard
Even if I manifest it like a coiling spoilt sheet
The tenacious emotion I kept grieve of was swindled out
Their despicable life irritated me
Am i been magnified through the woods
Does my anchor need me
I see the cupid everyday but i don't know if I am being seen
Life so unfare my aptitude turns makes attitude
The dilusiion of solvent
Can blow the cycles of wind
I consent to the father this will be my last wish
If i genuinely get hold it shall be my last
I desire not to their consent anymore
Forever cherished by me.
BY: IRENEBOADITHEPOET.
