Dead And Gone Poem by Titto Mutunguti

She was lovable,
And precious
More than gold
Always thought it was a perfect tale
Ever told,
But the perfect ending never was
Mistrust and lies bridged our walls
The trust I was building collapsed
And the love became corrupt.
The glimmer of gold was no more.
The crown and a soiled gown
Was all that was
Disappointing.
I wanted to be mad.
But I couldnt bring myself to that
I had already seen the dark clouds
Rolling in fron a distance
My baby had left her.
She was dead and gone.