ÍRÈ

Tmol '18.

   Good evening readers and a Happy Poetry day.  “ÍRÉ” a poem written by Daniel Nnaemeka.


ÍRÉ....

Do not curse these scars,
he might have held the knife,
but it was you who showed him where to cut
thinking that to love was to lose yourself to his fire.


Don't judge the game,
when you haven't held a console,
nothing lasts forever,
same as the word “forever”
illusions take the better part of dreams,
obsession takes depression to the aisle.

Everyone dies in their nightmares,
don't be scared of rejection,
it's a numb action which requires tears,
sadness and sorrow which makes nothing,
happiness is free but not promised.

The soul attracts that which it secretly habours,
that which is love, attention,
and also that which it fears,
it reaches the height of its cherished aspirations.

Be positive and enjoy your growth,
the road might be rocky,but the end like honey,
the sweetness of yaweh's grace,
is forever sufficient in my soul.

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