A Second Late
That grip I longed for
Decided in a second faster
Than my yearn
But was much slower to catch up
With another second
... I sank
You touched my soul
But it was too late
Now ripped from your world
To the world
That liquefy pains;
Those streams
That water your cheeks
We'll miss each other
But only you will notice
For in this state
No sadness nor happiness
Just eternal inexistence
Gawking at your emotions
If only you were on time
My heart would still be busy
With pressure, pleasure and pain
Soaked in red and with beats
Coming at intervals.
Copyright © Sixtus Agba | Year Posted 2018
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