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shaiontheprowl by shaiontheprowl
June 27, 2014
in POETRY
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June 27, 2014  9.55 a.m.

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(i)

I walk all  alone

I am tired, but I trudge on

Ahead is nothing but our dilapidated abode

The walls cracked, but still happy and joyous I croon.

(ii)

Sadness is a cloak

A constant reminder of the night-time nightmares

Of happiness lost, joy crushed and love gone slack

Under this dilapidated ceiling, I seek refuge from life’s fears.

(iii)

The night is a relief and a torment

It closes the chapter of another day gone by

Another cycle of grief and loss marked in the sands of time; a moment

Shut out forever the happiness of the future; a waiting calamity.

(iv)

I walk all  alone

But, beside me my shadow is twice as long

My head, mind and body carries you along

Every where I go; when the sun dies and the moon rises in the skies I see us and my heart croon.

10. 13 a.m   Merci

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Comments 6

  1. Lucky says:
    9 years ago

    I think you should stick to writing poems. This is deep. I kind of identify with it. Well done.

    Reply
  2. shaiontheprowl says:
    9 years ago

    hehehehe…See dis guy sha. Abi u be bae sef? Well, I no go “stick” to anything. 🙂

    Reply
  3. Lucky says:
    9 years ago

    Your choice.
    You haven’t written a new post, why?

    Reply
  4. shaiontheprowl says:
    9 years ago

    Working on it….So, when I get it out be sure to come and flog it o!

    Reply
  5. Lucky says:
    9 years ago

    I shall try my best to.hehehe

    Reply
  6. Isaacola AA says:
    8 years ago

    Deep one that is also good.

    Reply

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