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12/08/2019 8:27 am
Unease
I have stayed days now like a pregnant woman
Made to feel the sting of loss again and again
I feel like a song in a loop
Just a little before a cry is heard, the reaper sneaks in
Claiming the labour of many sleepless nights.
I have lost so much this days – so much
Rest is the least of those losts
It seems like my heart is thirsty
In search of something, but what? it doesn't know
Something beyond seems to be reaching out
An emotion, maybe
A place, probably
I feel like a caterpillar about to sneak out of its cocoon.
Eneye Lawal.
#ANSAPOETOFTHE WEEKCONTEST
This topic was modified 6 years ago by Penter
18/08/2019 3:10 pm
S2L2:
Rest is the least of those losts (word should be 'losses')