dark days,
long days
my heart aches and it breaks
from the merciless pain they inflicted
when they put out your flame
from the twisted ways they insisted on
carrying out this game
I’m tired of the hurting
and I’m tired of the blame
tired of the thoughts splurging at the sound of your name
constantly those thoughts
lurk inside my brain
trying to pull me under
so they can refer me as insane
there was a girl here but
she’s not looking to be saved.
these thoughts can’t pull her under,
she can handle all this rage.
she’s never tried to surrender,
it’s not like she’s locked up in a cage..
just the one she wonders if
can spare her from the pain.
and when she sees the rays
coming through again
she wonders if today
could really be the one
the one day things change,
the thing she’s run from,
to free her from all the days
she couldn’t see the sun come.
About the Creator
MessyPoet
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Talented Black creators spotlight: Catherine Nyomenda (Chap 3).
Catherine reminds me of an enigma wrapped within a riddle. When she writes, she skips between the poetic and the dramatic. Her highlights of the African lifestyles of herself, of authors whom she admires, and the many nuances of love keeps you wondering and pondering the passage of life.
By Novel Allen4 days ago in Chapters
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