She Was Robbed

She was robbed of her possesion
Of that thing precious than the gold
Of that which money can not buy

Daily she cries hoping to find it
With every passing hour her hope gets deemer
Every minute sees her pain increased
It is as if hell has broken loose and larvished her with it's angers
She fills dying for the suffering is becoming unbearable
With tears she wants to embrase death and leave her suffering behind

She was robbed of her LOVE
Her heart was snatched away and broken
Her joy was stolen and destroyed

Will She ever find it again?










Poetry by Okuola Paul Abiola
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Written on 2007-04-11 at 10:50

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Alfred Iwerebor
Who would dare rob love when it's free?
2007-04-23


kid
Nice poem well i am sure she would get over it as time goes by. You have written a simple, comprehensive and pitiful poem. I respect it
2007-04-11



No one can rob us of love, but I do know where she is and why. Great poem, 8th line confused me a little. Smiling at you Tai, always with her lover in her heart.
2007-04-11


nature
great write my friend
i like the way you put it
she was robbed of her love
beautifull
2007-04-11