Stella

Scream quietly 

to my faulty psyche

and naked me of

my innocent crime.

I feel unfeeling

by your showy trifles

they're just knickknacks

so badly good.

Is someone of my kind,

unwilling to the will of your mind?

what a humorous sadness

to live while dying.

I want to inline 

my fate in your faith

let me fete under your feet

with my dirty clean mind.

Tell me the tales in your heart

I want to listen silently to them,

I don't care if –

you'll speak without talking.

I'm here, down the bottom

running to dawdle your say

I'd beseech it please my heart

I want to suffer love unduly.

© — HolyPoet 

~Wale Fidel.

Picture credit: Shanmi Dennis