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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My unspoken agony Drowned my sulking cheeks in its essence, And I, Could only wet my lips, And pluck, from my chin, A streaming flow of tears or two Which I placed on the night sky With the help of my finger! My tears appeared there as black dots Giving the night sky the impression Of being polluted! What a waste, whispered my mind, Are you not supposed to be a lover Of nature's purity? Does it even matter, breathed my soul, Everything is bound to come and go As waves do on the seashores; No one wave can be said to look like the others! And while everything does go on its way, Suffering remains present all the way through Does it even matter if floods of tears Drown your eyes, or, if you use them To dirty the night sky? It does matter, heaved my heart, It does matter as my sufferings weigh on me And make me feel like I am myself Covered with black dots, Being, so like a flower, Shredded into millions of pieces, As, my beauty was deemed as being worthless By the one to tend me day and night, So much, That he chose another to adorn the vase On his dining table! But then, as the gloom of my dark spots Steadily invaded the night sky, I saw a child, naked, adorned solely with silver wings, Saunter along the firmament only to touch My black dots with his finger, Turning them, while doing so, Into red ones! Pray, laughed he in an echoing voice, Why do you cry? Have you no faith in the power of the Gods? Those dots have been meant to be imbibed With passion even before you took birth! What shall be, Remains the sole wish of the skies! Doubt it not, Fight it not, Rather, live it, Live it as I do, Live it as who you were once, A child, carefree and reckless, Seeking solely to quench the thirst of her passion! For Contest Polka Dots Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh Written on 20th Jan 2019
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