If you were to ask me to tell you about that one dream
I would rather take you with my poetry to see
The scars I keep trying to keep hidden within
Worlds of words that were secretly written in sin
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
Walls of brick by brick made with naive assumptions
The twisted tale of her viles full of manipulation
A torrid twist of the narcissist’s subtle evasion
She played her games with no hint of shame
Provoked me to confusion where I was left to blame
I keep replaying my footsteps on each stepping stone
Searching for the single one where I went wrong
But the ghost she said was underneath my bed
I finally found it hiding inside my head instead
Love your neighbor simply meant they’re family
Perhaps that’s why Jesus said love your enemy
But one day you’re going to grow up just like me
I pray it happens slower and better than it did to me
If writing all my feelings could reduce this pain
I wouldn’t have ended like this in sheer disdain
So this is the short story of my dream told by myself
I hope this full stop at the end doesn’t triple itself.

KJ 🇰🇪✍🏾