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via Daily Prompt: Controversy

When thy love hath departed from thy heart,

and thy spirit has left thee,

is one to remain sane?

The battle between love and sanity hath extended

beyond thy body,

for thy actions have betrayed thy thoughts

and thy mind hath eluded thee.

The battle between love and sanity hath extended

beyond thy body,

for, I, thy observer,

hath become a victim of thee.

Grey

Drowning as They seek refuge,

in the arms of The Ones who abandoned them. 

The symphony of sighs serenade The Cruel,

as heads go under. 

Those, 

who shine like rays of light, 

wade through the water. 

Stop, They cry out, 

as The Ones on land gyrate. 

The ordeal unfolds

as I sat back and watch, 

With white blood running through my black veins. 

The Horizon 

Cries of our children, 

Echoing through the burning ears of our “deaf” leaders. 

The shrieks of anguish, as lives are lost, 

As we continually pay for the oversight of those before us. 

Yet, 

Through the fog of sighs and seas of sorrow, 

I see the change beyond the horizon, 

The rivers flowing with milk and honey, 

The merrymakers coming to life, 

As markets overflow with bounty, and songs of praise ascend to the Most High. “O Lord,” I cry, as this vision escapes my mind, 

“prepare fellow Africans for this, new, life in our nations, 

Lest we dwell on what happened, 

And not on the change that is yet to come.”

Narcissus IV

If thy love poured from a mountain,

and its splash echoed through thy veins,

I’d lust for an eternal thirst

and drink from thy heart’s reserve.

If thy blood were water,

the elixir of our existence,

I would slay thy arms and legs;

lest I quench for anything more.

Alas, thy love is eternal,

for it is within thy soul.

The blood I seek,

I am my own heart.

Home

Moments like this,

when my hand fits in yours,

when the sun sets beneath my gaze,

time stands still.

When your luminous eyes come to surface,

and my heart skips a bit when you sigh,

moments like this,

I drown a little,

for a reality this amazing is surreal.

When my hand fits in yours,

when the sun sets beneath my gaze,

when my lips touch yours,

I’m home.

save me

my caramel skin scorched

by the heat emanating from their gaze,

my hair, flowing like the leaves of birches

in the wind of their sighs

“I’m sorry” I whisper,

to unknown faces clouding my judgment,

to the scorching gaze of my audience,

to the sighing bodies before me.

“save me” I say,

as I look up to the sky,

“your children have failed you”