broken thread

 

Closure heals the soul

The torture of darkness paralyses
Floating, waiting, … suspended

A feast of thoughts,
Harvest of emotions,
A seed is sown

Silence shatters
the essence of communion

Happiness is sacrificed
in the altar of self-importance
singed, threadbare

Time is thrown to the wind

Break the thread
In a bid to raise the trophy
Prove what ultimately?

Relearning the ropes
A page is lost; shortened thread
Doubts mushroom

This pain is real

©Amaka Paul 2018

Image:Google images

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My space, Your space…

Once bubbly and feisty,

Now peaceful among the roots

Nature’s warm bosom,

Earth’s bed space occupied

 

A lesson lost on other tenants

busy amassing, ruthless, heartless

Pointing their morbid sticks

swaying to macabre Chants,

Unsatisfied, relentless

 

In a breadth, each to his space

Just enough for the bearers,

Stretching out for help

Afraid to stand a minute longer,

Where raining mud soon fill

©Amaka Paul 2017

Photography:Kyle Young