Fragments of hope gone
Things I wanted done
Pieces of the hourglass broken
My timepiece was stolen
My heart leaps like a dancer in motion
My head cannot find its initial notion
At intervals my lips goes off in hisses
Lips I once used to give kisses
My nose crinkles at the smell of my burning ogbono
I had gone off thinking once more
I turn down the fire
And resume my ponder
I’m blinded by my anger
Fits of rage slowly turning me to a hater
I should probably banish my thoughts
but where will they find eternal rest?
I’ve already gone totally nuts
Confusion finds in my mind a nest
If I write my heart out on sand
That of course is a weak land
The thoughts would be back in hand
Sooner than magic conjured by a wand
If I write my heart on stone
I fool myself alone
My heart would be like flesh without bone
Without a support of its own
Am I not a victim of temper?
Is it my fault that I’m today’s sacrifice?
Today I’m the food of anger
Brought to doom’s orifice
I myself know there’s no venom behind my rage
Yet I’m hopelessly led to the stage
to act out the role I’m assigned
Or within my thoughts I remain confined
A tiny ant goes about in its busy way
Inadvertently crawling astray
I finally see a way to vent all of it
My feet rise and fall in a beat
I killed with a deep sense of satisfaction
I laugh because there’ll be no prosecution
And suddenly I’m de-possessed
left alone all by myself
I look with pity at the broken two-piece
I hope your spirit rests in peace
I’ve just been a victim of my anger─
One letter short of danger
I’m normal me once again
Chin buried in my palms
You hear me laugh without pain
I’m just another victim
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La Chica Bonita @lachicabonita
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Nice.
thanks
Am angry also….u burnt d ogbono!
so u love food that much?
I try. Whc does not? And when u now burn the food…grrrrrrr!
Woman, you are deep thinker. I particularly liked this stanza,
“I myself know there’s no venom behind my rage
Yet I’m hopelessly led to the stage
to act out the role I’m assigned
Or within my thoughts I remain confined”
Ah Thanks @kaycee.
@Kaycee, I concur that stanza too was my best. Nice work, Chica, nice work. But if that’s you girl, then kill that anger, make it the victim… write more…
Anger, just one word short of danger….Nice one Chica..Well done..$ß.
thanks dear.
Well done.
Very nice poem. Anger, one letter short of danger… I like this.
“At intervals my lips goes[go] off in hisses”
thanks for d correction…..
and thanks for the comment.
anger na bad thing-o lol nice poem
THANKS.
Anger na good thing too…
ha. well maybe.
“My nose crinkles at the smell of my burning ogbono’
Too long…. (My nose crinkles at the burning ogbono.)
(And dont italicize Ogbono. It is a well known word and those who dont know it should google it. )
Although I’m not a big fan of poem whose major attraction is the rhyme, but I find myself enjoying this piece. Well done.
I hope this is no excuse for doing a bad thing. Anger is no excuse, one must be able control one’s emotion at all times.
Thanks so much.