Petals Of Pain

Poem By Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese

I sat alone last night
the world was moving all around me,
but it seemed my life was in a standstill
the doctor said its anxiety disorder
but it is deeper than that
I am a prisoner of your love

I sat long in the night again today
I wondered life without you
and it brought pain to my heart

the pain seemed to run through me
freezing me dead like a stonewall
I heard someone say, 'Be brave and move on'
but I wonder if I can move on
when I am a prisoner of your love

I can hear my heart beat fast
I can feel it in my chest
but what can I do or say

thoughts of you being far away
made beads of sweat race, fall
and run down my forehead
they mingle with the tears that drip
and gather in my bosom

I looked up for salvation
the moon over my head
offered only shadows of comfort
I called on the stars to bury my sorrow
within the fertile soil of darkness
it wilt burning coals upon my scars

now, my pain is unable to decay
my spirit is lulled by tortures
sorrow leads it to a garden
where only death exists

as a skeleton in slumber
I await the cycle of rebirth
hoping for silken waves of pity
to heal the marks of loneliness
standing before my reflection
as the only witness to my existence

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