There I stood, an unmoving being
A mere shard of memory
The evidence of a wagered heart
Drowned in in babble, constant murmurs
But perhaps, I remember
Before congealed became my heart
When love was an undulating paradise
And we were the cast of erotica
I recall the tenderness; the fondle
Upon this savage path I stand
In pathetic reminisce, the brain faints
Upon the thoughts mirth ensued
But here I still am, broken
Dancing to the beats of my heart; despair
I have made frequent domiciles
In this bottlo where I lie. I become
The piss artist painting tomorrow’s picture.
Okuwoga Eyimofe
3 Responses
Some nifty stuff.. Keep it up!
beautiful, love the use of words. Brilliant in all aspect, you have really improved kudos
Nice one dear