Moments | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 285: MOMENTS

That moment
when one finds oneself filled with the sentiments of hope
and reality becomes a faux

That moment
when one falls into the dungeon of loneliness
and all appeals for company rely on treacly mawkishness.

That moment
when one grope in the darkness of hurt

That moment
when one stagger like a drunken man
and throw up all faux affections in the gutter of disgust

That moment
when nothing else matters
but you,
your peace
your dreams

...in moments like this,

reflect on the past and don't repeat history

EVER again!

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#Pengician #SSA

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