I have in my life some sad stories no one would love to hear, moments when my mind grapples with dilemma, fear shouting for me to give Him an ear. Courage seated there shaking his head! Oh dear. That moment when the future is shrouded with uncertainty.
I mean those times when sadness seems eternal. That point in life when human misery runs, giggling in all its cruel ways. By day and by twilight, bound in destitute.
I am viced between truth and ignorance. Oppressed from the day I was born. I was denied by society and Poverty nursed me. In agony, rage and fury I cry but no hears me. Poverty knows no man, righteous or wicked, a noble or plebian. Every day he has new subordinates, civilisations and economies of the world crumble to their knees before His throne.
Vanity is my course of existence. When you see me soaked in marijuana smoke, just know I have tried to run away from this vicious cycle of poverty. I was not fast enough since,
I was enslaved from the day I left my mother's womb.
When you stare at those walls my friends and I clothed in graffiti, may you at least find the meaning between these lines.
FREIENDSHIP
Let our friendship stay from craddling times.
When we had our hands tangled together,
Working in the street of happiness.
With our bare foots kissing the soil.
Let our friendship stay.
After seeing it all.
Let this friendship that joyed, sorrowed, defended, and viced all round stand.
Let this friendship hold us up.
Let our friendship stay.
Even when distance our romancing friend.
Fame the separating game.
Just look on the memories.
The many times we crossed together hand in hand.
Let this friendship remain for it's truthfulness.
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Elenya Henry
Incidental Catch
‘The catch of non-fish species’
At the town’s cusp, terraced homes blaze out.
The mill and the green jetty wane to abandoned garages.
Kept, like trophies, by the type of men who have love affairs
with themselves. I was met by an agricultural runoff -
where land intersects water, sky and rock.
Your image waded flat over the water that had slowed
to a few passive ripples. Your books snagged
under your paperback wrists, dead as granite.
In my single-handed grip, I cast my hook
over the shallow water’s shelf and reeled you in with the Trout.
I made sure that you’d see me. On my heels in mud
I shrank myself. Your tired old books still viced between your fingers.
I watched you squirm, thrashing the water to a paste.
And this is my lover I said to the briny tapestry of the sea,
as I bagged you for tea.
I sit in wonder is this a nightmare
Is all the memories all we will share?
I cry when I think that it slipped away
And there is nothing I can do or say
To bring you back to my heart once more
Where you would be safe and warm
Yet I replay the day you let me go
Over and over again just so I know,
That I shouldn't hold hope for
Things that may not come once more
I grieve for a loss so great
That my entire body aches
my heart has been viced
And cut and diced
Yet I know you didn't mean to
Im crushed from losing you
And my wounds will heal in time
And once more my life will be sublime
I will crawl back in my hole
And rebury my soul
Never to let another that close
Because the Lord knows
I can't do this again
he knows where I have been
And the heartachs I have endured
Now I am reassured
That love is for the few
Just not for me and you
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