Ode To Lost Love | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 349:

I heard no thrilling seraph when you promised music
but I heard crackling at my side that wasn't music

I felt no warm glow when you promised to fan my flares
and fuel my desire with raging flames,
but sudden darkness engulf my smiles
covering the night sky with heavy clouds

when finally, I heard the faintest sound
that had the similitude of music,
it was not quite the rending you'd promised

rather a break from quiet to chaos
spoiling the silent moment of solitudinal bliss
with rumbles that disquiet my soul

Instead of fire in my bones
you unleashed electricity on my skin,
I dimmed myself so I could hear your moans
but what I felt was thorns piercing my skin

All I wanted was your tender
but in the end was a yelling thunder
screaming out for downpours
drenching my scanty furs

Now I sit alone, beside myself,
listening to my own echoes
and waiting for you to harmonize.

I sit alone, beside myself,
blowing hot on frozen coals
and waiting for your spark of lights

In the end I am the one on the waiting
wondering why you'd chosen silence over melodies
wondering when you'd smile on me like twinkling stars
wondering where it was we lost touch of us

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#Pengician #SSA

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