A letter to pain
No need to ask how you are doing cos in me, a temple you have built
Solid; doors of deceit with a foundation of lies I bet you won’t be moving any time soon.
Every day I feel what it means to have you live in my state of mind, free of the capital state so sweetly desired.
You see, I don’t blame you dear wrenching feeling in the very fabric of my not so innocent heart for by design, I have become a co-tenant, a next door neighbor choiceless by the choices I made.
Pain, I just want to understand why you are so complex in a simple way, like a thirst in a desert! Do you ever feel the wind in those fake smiles or maybe you are too sheltered to dance to the raging storms inside of this estate we now share.
Do you wake up with an ache, a longing to feel the fragrance of hope knowing that like a wisp of smoke, hope is flown?
Tell me do you feel the scalding as the tears chase each other down the slope of cheeks writhing in agony like a serpent crushed underneath dutiful heels!
If only I knew what you are for I feel a little of what you can be! If only you won’t squeeze this precious oxygen from the tubes of my longing, leaving my very existence gasping for breath at how cruel happiness can feel
Tell me pain, are you the cancer that murders joy or a prescription to cure happiness.
Why do you share this apartment with me yet push me out through my chest, our home?
I hope you find time to answer me or perhaps move out when your rent is due.
Copyright © Ndifon Noel | Year Posted 2017