DEAR ONIKA IV

 

dear Onika, it’s me again, a lost cause 

born and raised with so many curse 

a fate unknown to me  

a terrible omen like a surge-less sea

I know I’ve strayed far from the path 

a non calculated mistake unsolved like math 

now I’m transfixed, immobile 

no single love left, isolated like bile 

it’s all my fault I must confess 

I approach every sane dialogue like protest 

now I’m a loner and all cold 

I can’t deny that I’ve always been told 

I’ve become a reproach of myself 

a stone laid in the corner rejected 

fate keeps me cower in my state 

I’m sorry I messed up, it’s already late 

@talk2leigh

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5:17am

20 July 2024