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Tears.

Speak softly, they try to

Don’t be ashamed of them, they cry too

Some come in water, some in tattoos

Still the same sign of hurt and trials through

Raindrops are God’s version of them

Everything stops sometimes in waiting for their when

And then –

Signs of a too full heart

Sighs of a tool’s fool’s heart

I share mines on paper, on wordpress

Squeeze all the pain through a pen and word press

My life your entertainment – ah I guessed

But are your smiles and shares worth all the stress?

I left the woman I loved, nobody cares – my distress

And then lost the one I love, full body tears, pain’s mistress

Not allowed to talk about it

I’m just another writer online – shut up about it

I get to shoulder the pain, do life post stress,

Who cares if I sell my soul for another post on wordpress?!

They – you’re — counting between this and the next post,

No matter how I make it between now and the next post.

Don’t get me wrong, we all got problems,
This’ just where I come to lay mine to rest

So think about that before you call my work ‘silly’,
I just try to add color to something unpretty

Tears.

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11 responses

  1. imotolab2014

    K nau. Mind twister! Brain teaser.

    August 3, 2015 at 5:48 am

  2. Deep…
    Writing as an escape, a catharsis…
    It is true that for every story, the writer infuses himself unto the pages…either for self discovery, relating an experience, trying to understand life through the pen….the writing is an extension of the writer…

    August 3, 2015 at 8:38 pm

    • Sometimes.

      Other times, not so much.

      Thank you.

      August 3, 2015 at 9:41 pm

    • Hmmm! I was saying this to someone recently. I was trying to tell her there was a thin, almost invisible line between fiction and reality especially in poetry.

      August 3, 2015 at 11:17 pm

  3. To run away from whatever it is life throws at one, and tell it all to that piece of paper (or on that computer/phone screen as it now is)…

    August 4, 2015 at 5:46 am

    • Not getting you bro.

      Thanks though.

      August 4, 2015 at 5:48 am

  4. Whew!

    Was wondering till it hit me.

    Whew!

    August 4, 2015 at 3:30 pm

    • What were you wondering?

      Thanks though!

      August 4, 2015 at 3:36 pm

  5. Pingback: Tears. | prison-within: A tribute to Ify Omalicha and Adenike Goriola...may your memories breathe on.

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