Unwelcome Guest
Pains of loved starved stranger
Wandering through the streets of loneliness
Pacing down it’s dusty roads; painted by its dust of weariness
Caught in its maze amidst thickets of wanderers seeking;
Looking for a way out of this unending genjitsu
Alas, a glimpse of a cottage; perhaps a place to rest
these hurting feet and trodden wanderer
It’s lights shone through the frosted glass offering much hope; a chimney filled with smoke of romance from a fireplace blazing beneath it
Promises of warmth, a shelter for a heart-starved of love.
Knocks on a paint-peeled door, shouts of hello echoing through its alley
A response so longed for; kept at bay on the other side
Drained and empty, this broken wanderer settles; awaiting his festered fate on this flawless facade
Unknown to him, he was nothing but an unwelcome guest
Akwasi
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Akwasi Kwakye
I love to write; the music of my emotions are mostly the melodies I pen down. I write on any subject as and when. I also love to read and share thoughts.
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