Days of Pickles
DAYS OF PICKLES
My heart was burdened with anxiety,
I searched my heart from within,
And found only its emptiness,
Its emptiness deep as the sea,
Though empty but so many thoughts ran through my mind.
My heart became like a leaf tossed up in the air,
And lands when the wind ceases,
My name was called,
But where is the mind to perceive it,
Till I got a tap on my back,
My whole figure was in deep meditation.
Welcomed sleepless nights with both hands,
I turned to be a watchman without a gun who is aware of each noise of the night,
My bed became like a mountain difficult to ascend,
There was no comfort in it.
I rolled out pf my bed and made towards the window.
The bright moon became like a ball of fire in my eyes charging towards me,
I calmed my imaginations and layed on the floor,
And there I slept facing the ceiling as my silent tears wets the floor.
My heart was shattered.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI DOMINION GENTLE
A.D 2019 , 11TH FEB {07061816037}
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