Louretta
Come back home,
Another night,
Louretta,
An unborn child
The sins of a wife
to an unholy tribe:
You've wings that fly
In dreams and paradise
Come back home,
Louretta!
*
A play it was for two fools,
You pay for what they didn't lose,
Drowning in the dark,
Never knowing who you are,
My silence is your coffin's craven hues
*
Come back home,
One final dream,
Louretta,
an unheard scream
Can you tell that
you've met your demise,
your soul having known
no hate or desires?
Come back home,
Louretta
Copyright © Fareeha Fareej Mohamed | Year Posted 2023
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