Spontaneous poetry
Theme: Love
I’ve come to the point where I have no other choice
Than to stab to death a love nursed in my heart for many years
Having come to terms with what I really had for you
It became more difficult for me
It burdened me the more and hurt me the most
I met a highly fenced love of yours
Its thickness I’m sure would be that of the walls of Jericho
But I was no Joshua neither was I any of the Israelites with him
I tried to climb but I met with a valiant soldier called silence
Much as I tried, silence got me right down to the foot of the wall
Anytime I tried walking through the gates
The archers of indifference fired enough arrows to keep me at bay
Notwithstanding I knew that inside that highly fenced wall
And heavily guarded gate was a heart
A bleeding one that all I ever wanted was to heal
In my desperation, I threw a book over your wall
My last straw of hope is that if I wasn’t given that chance
At least my book would be given that fraction of opportunity
Good bye to the One whom I love, Good bye my friend.
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