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Summer Without Daylight
My city has been abandoned by royalty for vultures to defecate and Hyenas to spit on. The large hole left is a huge hindrance to every emotional functionality making inactivity a coveted blessing to this feeling which was once an inner paradise as vacuum is more glorified to this emptiness handled by a devastating care-taker. Misery spins in a jet speed round an orbit of madness while disgrace powers this system with the energy of ruin. Reconciliation’s manual is drafted in an impossible language b’cos everything within and outside the shores of existence are on their knees on my behalf, yet mercy has been squashed on this rocky heart I arrogantly created. My moves of happiness have been jacked up with a pivot of depression as its wheels are unscrewed by the cruel tools of sadness. The buttons of our memory now over-punched, making the heart drown in a gutter of regrets and dragged to the blind border of melancholy. A heavy rope is tied around my neck yet nobody sees. My throat, in cautious contact with a sharp knife but nobody cares. I face reject like a delicacy without seasoning from a Tongue and dislocated by doom like summer without daylight or spring without the rains. I stand alone and afflicted by this mood so barren. She has passed the message so clearly but not without leaving an injured soul.
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