Monday, 21 January 2013

WORDS OF A PREMATURE WRITER

     

Pacing up and down in my head

Leaving the seeming sorrow that encompass the earth

An eluded fact that escapes me each time

I search for it with all my might

I’ve seen this script before

It seems to be playing over again in my head

I don’t want it to

I don’t like it

Make it stop

All but screams which have no effect

It’s already begun

Somebody please change the story

The end seems inevitable

I can feel crumble in my heart already

I can feel the tears gushing down my cheeks

I hear the whispers in the distance

Calling for my soul

The evil that lies in their hearts

Lost I am this moment

Unaware of the reality I partake of

Is this truly poetry even

A funny jumble of words meant to cause warmth inside

Rubbish it seems most of the time

A nightingale’s tale it is.

 
 Composed By: Okundigie .O.James

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