A COLD NOVEMBER DAY- GLADYS MBILLA

A COLD NOVEMBER DAY

When I lay on my bed alone at night
I think of the colourful moments with my  might
I reflect on the days and times we were close
But feels nothing more than pain in a doze.

The warmth of your embrace evaporates
Like a salty salt solution that saturates
That which it was meant to make it taste
Instead is transformed into nothing but a waste.

When I remember that cold November day
When you and I together laid, close with much to say
Then it smashes my mood, drenches my dream
And flows away from my emotion like the waters of a stream.

How could I have forgotten you are nothing but a cheat
Who never agrees if needs be, solemnly accept your defeat.
You quenched my emotions, tortured my mood
And you trampled upon my love and endangered my livelihood.

Written by:
Alasid Gladys Mbilla

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