IN MY SILENT CORNER

 

in my silent corners I cry 

cry for the love we think we have 

human caressing human with thorn in hands 

flesh peels and they still laugh at you 

and finally asking “I hope you’re okay?”

in my silent corner I weep 

weep for the pain and agony we melt on ourselves 

the hug we give with ticking bombs on our chest 

detonated just to make more casualties 

nobody wishes to die alone

in my silent corner I brood

remembering the torture of slave traders 

trading our able men for a piece of glass 

a brew and a nonsensical powder 

foolishly dancing at their gains for selling their own kinsmen 

in my silent corner I pant 

gasping for air like I’m asthmatic 

clutching to anything just for comfort 

this heavy heart has been broken thousand times

It’s never healing anytime soon

in my silent corner I genuflect 

knowing God is somewhere seeing all that’s left of us

carefully and patiently waiting for evildoers to repent 

knowing fully well they’ll keep maiming the innocent 

but he’s over-patient till they repent 

in my silent corner I wipe my tears 

knowing tomorrow is another soothsayer 

giving us hope of “e go better”

when we all know the truth that 

life screws us all without pity 

@talk2leigh

4:22pm

4 Sept 2022