Art in Sorrow II E-Book

Ayodeji Melefa

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Art of sorrow II is the second collection of poems by Ayodeji Melefa with different styles touching on different subjects and themes such as love, pain, romance, death, depression, happiness and shame.

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Ayodeji Melefa

Art in Sorrow II

To my family: Thank you for teaching me love, patience and kindness. To myself: I’m proud of you and your ability to express yourself. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

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Art of sorrow II is the second collection of poems by Ayodeji Melefa with different styles touching on different subjects and themes such as love, pain, romance, death, depression, happiness and shame.

Art in Sorrow

Art in Sorrow II

Scars that bleed

It’s sad watching myself change. 

My heart which was once warm, and welcoming has become cold and displeasing. 

I feel pain as my heart fails to pump desires due to scars and cuts it has acquired. 

Even plasters meant to hold slip off when my heart pumps faster when tempted by a desire. 

I cry tears that freeze before they roll out. 

Shattering! as they hit the ground 

as my being gets colder, 

and unbearable for people to touch.

And so, I return to my cave where I once was. My bed waiting to welcome me, 

silence mocking me, 

echoes mimicking me, 

and ropes and chains taunting me 

as I decide which one to use to end the misery.

But then I meet a surgeon 

who had mercy. 

She welcomed me with open arms, 

gave prescriptions 

and checked in daily.

I prepare for my surgery happily 

as I walk through nervously 

foreseeing the healing beyond. 

And when I lay on the bed to rest, 

I die in love. 

I wake up after the surgery, 

feeling more pain than ever. 

And then I realize, 

Surgeons make deeper cuts 

and leave the biggest scars.

So now I walk around daily with doses of anesthesia to numb the pain. Putting plasters on bleeding scars. 

Feeling nothing. 

Losing hope.

Having nothing to hold on to 

but a heart with bleeding scars.