So much has changed,
Some of my pieces broken,
My innocence estranged,
And my actions unspoken,
There are midnight struggles,
Covered by my morning glows,
Am scared of the troubles,
Cause life served enough blows,
Where I put a full stop. I find a comma,
Cause the struggle keeps finding me,
I hope they still proud, even in my drama,
I miss the days that I was me.
Because am lost can’t find me
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© Noel the poet 2019
I want to talk about something,
I keep thinking from deep inside my heart and it keeps hurting,
The hurt that Keeps strangling My breathing,
when am thinking about it I feel drained with pain and I fell strained,
Listen, Just the other Day,
The Day before the Day and I mean the Past of Yesterday I met her,
Her Beauty like a star twinkling on my scars that incurred from my last Heartbreak,
Looking at her eyes I felt she was the one, even though Deep inside me I doubted that I was the one for her, But I still followed her,
Then it started with the walks and talks on the streets as we mock our talks,
Then Hallo Babbie could you come over, Over my Mind, I knew this wasn’t right but I kept going consoling myself that, it’s going to be anything But,
But the Pillow fights and talks ended up being everything that led us to the Battlefield,
where Pain was Pleasure and we were under pressure,
Fighting ourselves into sin, we went deeper into the sinful Depth,
dying from the inside, but Wrapped up in pleasure,
ruining the future Treasure, and Killing my inner treasures
and before we knew it,
we were torn beyond measure with our souls tied together,
the end was in silence, like Adam and Eve we felt exposed, guilt Proposed
and before I Knew it My heart said yes to shame, hate, shocked and
worried that the shame that I Planted inside of her could grow out into Blames,
then I forced her to take the pill that could push the Bill away, forgetting that Guilt will never get out of my way, then Love became Hate,
Hate is what we ate, every time we met, Hate is what we felt, I kept promising myself that I will be fine with time,
But every time I thought I was fine the thought of that Day Kept coming my way, Her impression became my Depression, I felt weak, my inner self was sick tied to the other, cause the guilt inside of me eat me from within and killing my inner powers,
then it hit me that it was time to confess, but how was I to confess it,
was i to confess the day, or the act, should i say sorry lord it was too sweet to stop, Or should i say sorry Lord for that Day, But anything can happen cause I could still feel myself inside the pot, I asked myself what is the meaning of confession when your desires urge you not to stop?? to be continued……….
I can’t hold my tears,
When i think of the ones you reaped from us,
We live wth so much fear,
Thinking that your existence is a curse,
Am that Son who lost a Father,
That kid who lost a Brother,
And the Husband who lost a lover,
Because you graved them,
On our families you left a symbol of shame,
The villagers talk about dad’s unfaithfulness,
That made you attracted to him,
If only my brother didnt taste the waters of all the pots he met,
You and him could never have met,
You took away my baby boo,
Wish i could do something to save her from you,
But she is now gone,
Cause it’s my lust that brought you home,
Am counting days or mayb hours,
As you keep eating me from my veins,
Shrinking all my gains,
And killing all my inner powers,
But before you take me down,
Let me share this massage to the world,
That Hiv/Aids is not just a word,
But an enemy that can grave you down,
Be faithful to people you love,
Not to loose the ones you have,
Abstain to avoid the stain,
To survive this life without pain,
Be protective and protect the world,
©noel the poet 2016
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