Melancholy Winning
From my balcony, i assume the morning dew,
The beauty of the rising sun, the chirping if the morning birds, bad is all i feel.
Befriending tears, as if they gonna save me,
I sing the song of melancholy, i dive into the waters of sorrow,
I borrow a hand from my palm, to wipe these warm demeaning drops down my cheeks, I find no hope.
From my balcony, i see the sea of pain raising its tides for today and days to come;
I see seeds of hope rotting and running away with scavengers;
I see the dance of wishes getting tired; I wipe a tear once more.
From my balcony, my heart hastens its beats,
As if pumping oil, stamping my skin as if interested to stay out;
Deep breathes aren't helping, deep thoughts are causing more pain,
I wipe another drop
From my balcony, my fingers play with each other,
I try new things; wanting my eyes to meet,
My tongue yearning to touch my earlobe;
My lower lip craving to touch my big nose;
My ears flapping back n forth, but life wont let me;
A teardrop sneaks into my bushy beard.
Copyright © Emmanuel Mwau | Year Posted 2013
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