The Choice by Nancy Mutheu

The Choice by Nancy Mutheu

I’m on the cross
Receiving my part of nails
And ready to die for love
Because I committed us on the altar

Till death do us apart.
Now it’s till your hands do us apart
The thieves on my side whisper
Be patient, stay for the children

My neck is choked
I said you are taking my breathe away
I didn’t mean choke me to death
I was in love with you

Now am choked violently
And blood is trickling down
I can’t help myself
My hands are tied

Was told divorce is wrong
My blood won’t accept me again
But now I’m taking my last breathe
Dying for the wrong person.

Nancy Mutheu

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