REALIDREAM
Dearly beloved kinships;
If today you see me here with no more myself,
Or my ways change like unstable weather
Under my sealed tongue; a Rome of words unspoken,
If I remain this unconscious, stay conscious to always remember;
That, I am still yours, yours, the same one you ever know.
Poke me but, not with that blemish blame
I have a story to tell, yes, a story, I mean to tell,
But how can a lame soul paint a whole heart?
I wish I could think, but I think I can not think,
My deciding estate has now been hijacked by strangers;
This heart is no more my own, market is it, a government of crowd and crows.
Few hours ago, my white I traded for a pure black
These broken lines I stole from an hungry man's face,
Tho' I was so broke to pay the price, yet with scares money;
This expensive tears across my cheeks, I bought from a motherless baby,
This loneliness I plucked from a full moon in an unblinking sky
Few hours ago, my love walked away, without a farewell.
A long time in sight but like yesterday in depth
Under whom sweet cozy tongue I built my trusty hut,
I torn my clothes, I cursed the sun, I caused a rain and I slept like a cold blood
Now it rains cat and dog but the umbrella seems to be off,
To the fullest, an emotional fool has been fooled, now am about freezing
Can you draw me a map out of a remorseful dungeon?
Dearly beloved kinships,
If today you see me here with no more myself
Poke me but, not with that blemish blame,
Few hours ago, my white I traded for a pure black
A long time in sight but like yesterday in depth,
Like a play, like a joke, like I couldn't differentiate a dream from reality, like it wasn't going to be truth like it was a fairy tale.
#PsalmsInk
#Reality_Or_Dream
#For_A_Broken_Heart
© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).
If today you see me here with no more myself,
Or my ways change like unstable weather
Under my sealed tongue; a Rome of words unspoken,
If I remain this unconscious, stay conscious to always remember;
That, I am still yours, yours, the same one you ever know.
Poke me but, not with that blemish blame
I have a story to tell, yes, a story, I mean to tell,
But how can a lame soul paint a whole heart?
I wish I could think, but I think I can not think,
My deciding estate has now been hijacked by strangers;
This heart is no more my own, market is it, a government of crowd and crows.
Few hours ago, my white I traded for a pure black
These broken lines I stole from an hungry man's face,
Tho' I was so broke to pay the price, yet with scares money;
This expensive tears across my cheeks, I bought from a motherless baby,
This loneliness I plucked from a full moon in an unblinking sky
Few hours ago, my love walked away, without a farewell.
A long time in sight but like yesterday in depth
Under whom sweet cozy tongue I built my trusty hut,
I torn my clothes, I cursed the sun, I caused a rain and I slept like a cold blood
Now it rains cat and dog but the umbrella seems to be off,
To the fullest, an emotional fool has been fooled, now am about freezing
Can you draw me a map out of a remorseful dungeon?
Dearly beloved kinships,
If today you see me here with no more myself
Poke me but, not with that blemish blame,
Few hours ago, my white I traded for a pure black
A long time in sight but like yesterday in depth,
Like a play, like a joke, like I couldn't differentiate a dream from reality, like it wasn't going to be truth like it was a fairy tale.
#PsalmsInk
#Reality_Or_Dream
#For_A_Broken_Heart
© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).
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