I never could find the words...
For, I’m a man of fewer words
Than a stone
That’s not how my Heart speaks, though!
For, my Heart sings with hidden fire
(and it chokes
When I try to get out the Words...
'Hic!' My throat catches – it’s the smoke
From my burning heart)
Marina, I loved you once
But I didn’t know Love could be
Cruel, too!
Marina, I love you now,
But I can’t get away from you
Don’t want to
When I try to get out the Words...
That's when something breaks in my chest,
And It’s Too Late!
Then the searing pain...
It locks me in, I know I can’t go back...
I wish I could! Because to lose you Then...
Was the dumbest thing I ever did!
But Now you pull... away!
Your hands dismiss me!
I blew it, then, dismissed you then, and losing you, again's... all I have left...
Did you see me bleeding in the corner
Hiding in the shadows of the darkness
I was scared and frightened
In fear
No where to turn
No one understood
No one felt the pain I was going through
No one believed me when I told them what you did
I was alone
Left alone to die in my own shame
Left the victim in tears of sorrow
Felt nothing but misery and the echo of my cry that held me so tight
Left to feel the burden that you were so not right
I have to face you every day
Like it was no different and its all the same
I want to scream every time I hear you or hear someone utter your name
I feel the shatter glass break through my veins
Blood pours out and the pain remains the same
You will never understand the pain you put me through
And the life im living through
Its all a secret held deep within
You ruined my life
I will never be the same
You made me the addict
Im living with
You destroyed every I had
And the depair I have to live with.
Heartened by perfumes of Arabia
Alhaji salaams,
on the scented grassland of Naira notes.
Ivory-toothed, his illiterate wives
fart noxiously,
to and fro the market,
in leather-cushioned Honda series;
where depair and desolation
sadden
all the greens of the Niger-Delta.
Life is but a walking shadow,
where the milk streams.
How folly of the Nigeria in all of us!
Of you and i that `siddon look',
How much breathe lived in each look?
How much time is come and gone?
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