Paranoid Cafe
My mind trails from an impervious nostalgia
and now the relaxation of my days
are haunted by a sleepless menace,
the ghoul of insomnia,
and my heart shriek deeply
of all its wounds,
a sore of defeat,
a sore of dejection,
my happiness was shot down
by the bullet of heartbreak
Reality wilts,
like a rose walking towards extinctions,
the alcohol of moroseness,
made the stars fall,
and the moon cry,
and the sun wept with tears of a shadow
and fallacy looms upon,
love, becomes the bitter fallacy,
she is walking on the lonely road alright,
but it is her back
that my forlorn eyes are destined to witness
this morbid curse
that turns my heart putrid,
dead and pungent again with nostalgia,
longing for the way she used to touch me,
and how my heart lived,
how it dueted with a profound peace
never known by mortality
By when her hands fled from mine,
I was no more immortal
and my soul bleed repetitively
by the stab of this wicked occurence,
and I linger and limp and yelp loudly
wondering,
thinking...
if even the might of time
would heal this barbaric wound.
A cataclysmic hurricane
sweeps away my life,
and there is no light,
my eyes, filled with pupils
of darkness,
I'm a walking corpse
with a splintered heart
Visions of the future,
diluted by sadness,
now my blood is flooded
with the caffeine of disillusion
The only comfort I have;
illusions pat me on the back,
luring me,
as the foul clock ticks
into the underworld of self-detonation.
By Kakraba Afful
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