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Art of sorrow II is the second collection of poems by Ayodeji Melefa with different styles touching on different subjects and themes such as love, pain, romance, death, depression, happiness and shame.

Art in Sorrow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art in Sorrow II

 

Scars that bleed

It’s sad watching myself change. 

My heart which was once warm, and welcoming has become cold and displeasing. 

I feel pain as my heart fails to pump desires due to scars and cuts it has acquired. 

Even plasters meant to hold slip off when my heart pumps faster when tempted by a desire. 

 

I cry tears that freeze before they roll out. 

Shattering! as they hit the ground 

as my being gets colder, 

and unbearable for people to touch.

 

And so, I return to my cave where I once was. My bed waiting to welcome me, 

silence mocking me, 

echoes mimicking me, 

and ropes and chains taunting me 

as I decide which one to use to end the misery.

 

But then I meet a surgeon 

who had mercy. 

She welcomed me with open arms, 

gave prescriptions 

and checked in daily.

 

I prepare for my surgery happily 

as I walk through nervously 

foreseeing the healing beyond. 

And when I lay on the bed to rest, 

I die in love. 

 

I wake up after the surgery, 

feeling more pain than ever. 

And then I realize, 

Surgeons make deeper cuts 

and leave the biggest scars.

 

So now I walk around daily with doses of anesthesia to numb the pain. Putting plasters on bleeding scars. 

Feeling nothing. 

Losing hope.

Having nothing to hold on to 

but a heart with bleeding scars.

Broken

Time flies.

Before you know it,

one finds himself lost in a dream.

The idea of passion becomes nonexistent. 

I have kept my most priceless possession within, guarded it with the past, 

guarded it with the future, 

with the hope to share it 

with one who can handle it.

But as time flies, 

my guards go weaker 

and my possession is being exposed. 

I am opening.

I am falling.

I have fallen.

And I have given my possession to someone perhaps unworthy. 

And I have fallen. 

I can’t get up. 

I watch from afar as my possession is shattered. My body is soaked in tears. 

I may have showed too much. 

My body is soaked in sorrow.

And There’s no going back.

I have lost and all I can do, 

is bear the cost.

But as my body breaks and turns to dust, my only hope is in thee I trust.

Expressions in silence

I lie down

barely asleep

gazing at an expression of beauty

my tummy rumbling

and my fingers twitching

no words are spoken

only a euphoric silence.

 

I wrap my arms around what seems tender and delicate.

like a child holding a teddy

I experience a certain difficulty letting go of what seemed perfectly perfect.

What started as a night with dim bulb lights

has become a night with candle lights and elements of roses.

 

I place my fingers on the expression.

A sensation flows through my body as my eyes close and lips make their way.

I'm enveloped with the guilt of wanting the sensation to last.

My head and heart

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.07.2023
ISBN: 978-3-7554-4652-1

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Widmung:
To my family: Thank you for teaching me love, patience and kindness. To myself: I’m proud of you and your ability to express yourself.