Random Musings | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

I know the 'WHYs' that precede your tears:

Brace up, you're not the first!

I know that sigh, that silence:

It reminds me you wish I'm there.

I know how 'I love you' ends:

Talk of recycled tales.

I know you now regard me less:

You got the jewel. So what's left?

I know you think it's useless:

Don't give up, it's just a fleeting process.

I know genuine sorrow, friends:

Sun dry your crocodile tears.

I know the peace of death:

Goodbye is just a recess.

I know the cramps of ink fest:

I'm just a menstruating poetess.

I know the stench of emotional mess:

blame the wanton goddess.

I know that crowd moment,

when one feels rather friendless.

I know the schedule of eternity Godless:

Time for burning is endless.

I know the guile of pretense:

just when did I lose my essence?

I know the stain of greases:

makes saints of gypsies.

I know the weight of crosses:

Leaves one between heaven and abyss.

I know perilous times:

They peel away smiles.

I know the pang of weakness:

It pricks like an eternal illness.

I know the taste of sweetness:

of course, she left me tasteless.

I know the sound of sadness:

It groans in silence.

You know, God knows our hearts aches:

He promised. He won't fail.

Eureka will soon rent the air.

Only this, I know not when.

#Pengician #SSA

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