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Reply to My Rain of Sorrow…
Sep 1st
“As a good friend
I thought 2 myself
that u were wrong
4 seeing her again
But who am I 2 judge?
Keep ya head up
& stand strong
It’s a shady game
It’s name?
Destiny’s plan
It has all
already been written;
The pleasures & pain
of love
hidden
in a house
behind tinted windows
It can c in
but u can’t look out
disillusioned & lost in confusion
but one day..
u’ll understand”
- Elvis B.
Rain of Sorrow
Sep 1st
there she goes, leavin me in the rain of sorrow…
she came to my world,
with all love she had for me, we shared
for sure there was so much love we cared
I gave her everything, she gave me everything.
until the day came she finally realised it was wrong
she loved someone else
and that love was never meant to fade…
yet we still lived the lie and went on
a flow of tears, that was our short life we love and hate
till the time was ripe she said she will become a wife
oh lord, I felt you took my strength
it hurt us so much she lied to me, just to make me move on, yet I know she feels
the truth is
there she goes, leavin me in the rain of sorrow, yet was she ever meant to be…
A Quatrain Of Self Pity
Jun 19th
My heart bleeds as alone in our bed I lay
The trial of isolation is best, but for who?
We can never be, it would never work (they say)
Regardless of the tribulation, I still love you…
the past
Apr 13th
Sometimes you have to take yourself out of reality to be able to see it. And so, thousands of miles from home, I finally let myself reflect. Looking back at words I penned a few years ago is painful. As if I was warning myself of what I was to become. Apathetic. Pathetic.
I spoke of escape, ‘awaiting exodus’. Painting images in my mind of a freedom I needed. I wonder now if I found anything more than a different place.
As though I could see, I spoke of a path upon which I fancied myself to tread:
“The guidance is here but people are weak.”
Today I revise the poem. Now it ends:
“And I am people – just look at me.”
The seeds of an activist are painted in words. What use is a metaphor? My words were for me: “Nothing you can do to stop their passing away.”
And so nothing did I do. Continue reading “the past” »