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}