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Ebiowe Peretu Poem
I let it weigh me down long enough
That it’s suffering may cure my denial
The truth they say is clearer in pain
Clearly my mirage has given way to desert sand
But the scars left by false hope birth a beast of a domesticated heart
No cage will hold this one captive I fear
Deep in the heart of night hear it howl
In rage, regret and new insight
He will forever stalk the woods
For little girls in red hoods and baskets full of goodies
Until beauty finds him
And rids him of this grave curse
Someone should have warned him to be weary of rabbit holes
Indeed what a great fall
All hope now lay in the hands of the king’s horses and men
Jack fell down and broke his heart but Jill only came tumbling after
Copyright © Ebiowe Peretu | Year Posted 2012
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Ebiowe Peretu Poem
The night is loud with the sound of silence
As everything seems brighter in the glow of darkness
During this hours the body remains alert with slumber
Gently life’s hand rubs of the truths of today in preparation for tomorrow
Today’s failure hopefully will be forgotten in tomorrows victory
The curtains close to the end of another scene
God the play write takes one last look through his script
Its actors prepare,some unaware of their next role
yet tomorrow they awake into character
adorned in makeup and costume as need be
Every play has its end
While it lasts,some will awe the world and others terrify it
Maybe leave the world in stitches others in their wake will leave behind mourning
Roles sometimes inter mingle yet no two shall ever be a perfect parallel
The world and all around,our stage and props
You may not have written this play
Yet the choice is yours
Stick to the script or add a pinch of innovation
Become a beacon of light or a cloak of darkness
The key to interpreting each role will always be choice
Moulded in love or hate,each key will open a lifetime of scenes
Some from the onset prepare for the final bow
Some sit around waiting for the stage lights to go off
Others find the end short of a few scenes
But a cheering crowd was never promised
A standing ovation may be asking too much
Sometimes the silence from the gallery is worth far more than a thousand words
For the strongest emotions find no words for kin and the best stories never understood.
Copyright © Ebiowe Peretu | Year Posted 2012
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Ebiowe Peretu Poem
Spanking the child wasn’t what hurt the most
But saying he shouldn’t cry.
Telling him be brave and eat your frog,
Scars hurt even when we look away
And those who inflict it call you weak.
Saying you don’t deserve happiness because you cry when in pain
These tears are the only words that say it all
Too many thoughts for my poor mind to translate into words
I said to myself, speaking would only hurt you
Yet all you do is hurt me
Not scared of the pain anymore, it has become kin
I worry about when the tears run out
At that point other outlets seem desirable
The line between the good and bad will blur
Even sadder is that I question my right to cry or feel pain
Holding on to something precious always came with a price
The only rule is don’t let go
I’ll rather settle for pain and hurt not loss
Your happiness over mine keeps hope alive
The hole in my heart will eventually just be a scar after victory is won
All I ask is that you be gentle and remember I’m only human
More emotion than flesh and blood.
Copyright © Ebiowe Peretu | Year Posted 2012
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