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Neto Ken-Amobi Poem
It took a second. A single second and he was gone,
I struck him once. Twice. Three times. I can’t really remember.
All I remember is the stench of deceit that lingered in the air afterwards,
An aroma that was too familiar to me since that last December.
I acted fast.
I seized the suitcase. It clung to the last memories we had
A memory of affliction and treachery. Of lies he spun to get out of his
Deception. He was mine. But he wasn’t.
For his gaze seemed to wander, and it caused a sudden chill of jealousy;
to run down my bruised and battered spine.
But now these reminiscences of a tarnished and forgotten vacation; would be
vandalised by the blood of the man I once loved. Or maybe still do.
But I don’t regret it. I don’t think I ever will.
I don’t think I ever should.
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He took her during the tenebrous night,
As soon as God commanded it, He took flight,
She laid asleep unaware of her fate,
Life was taken by the one person who was there to create,
But instead he destroyed. He destroyed her life.
But he took a life - that was made to suffer,
And it was better for her to leave - but I still love her.
It's hard to let go but I have to,
So, she can finally make a break-through,
From this broken life. Into an Empyrean Eternal Life.
His breath of death over her body finally gave her peace,
And her soul was wrapped inside his wings of fleece,
She finally felt warm again and the pain ceased,
And the once dulled out light had suddenly increased.
The months of pain and anguish were gone,
And with God, her cherubic light could carry on,
No longer did she have to groan and moan,
Waiting for the day where she would turn to stone.
Like a flower her life had withered away on her petals,
And she had become as unprepossessing as nettles,
Her beauty had become so green and pale,
And in that her luminescence had become stale.
For her face was but a book for all to read. You could see
pain blossoming from the cancerous seed,
But now she was free away from that world,
Where she was just another - dying girl.
I went into her room the morning they found her,
And I saw an effulgent glow - circling around her.
And on her face laid an ardent profound smile,
And I knew with God, it was a better lifestyle-
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Freedom.
How can I be free without her?
I can’t see a future of freedom beyond these walls.
Whips. Hits. Gashed lips.
Another play of the script.
Wounds stretching beyond flesh.
Bloody hands, hand in hand.
Fingers meshed.
Holding on so tight.
Before that night.
Whips. Hits. Gashed lips. Broken hip.
He told me to zip, as she cried.
Zip bag. He smoked a fag. As she was dragged and then-
I’m left alone in these Four. Faceless. Walls.
They mock the once joyous voice that
echoed through these walls,
And now she is gone - left in her own funeral palls.
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Neto Ken-Amobi Poem
The purest thing in the world is laughter even through tears-
It's almost like your breaking through all of those fears,
Fear of showing emotions you have locked inside,
Emotions that left you weak, so you chose to hide.
Tears are the door to a broken soul,
Once you let them free you almost feel whole,
For your holding the pain that you left within,
Pain that would become visible as they break through skin.
If you don’t let go you will feel black and weak,
Thinking that man’s love is all you seek,
And need,
a seed,
to feed a damaged heart,
But in reality you have lost a vital part.
He held the key to unlock that emotion,
To let free that pain that caused all that commotion,
Of empty thoughts, of empty love, of empty faith,
To turn that lost sheep to love instead of hate.
You laugh because you see the truth.
That after all that pain God lets the light through.
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