Originally written by Akanle Jesus Abdullah – @JesusWrites
This here is a rewrite.
I saw her again,
right around the corner of clarity,
just when I was about to get off,
counting my steps to freedom,
I saw her.
the traitor who lured me into the depths of her wonder.
The passion I gave in to,
my wander lust,
my purple thrill,
my bane.
This time she had with her a note inked with the memories of pleasure, enveloped in distress.
Waxed in the seal of allure,
dare I open it?!
Cos my fragile heart seeks her throbbing wonder once more
but at the cost of what tragedy?
The scenes of the wars we fought haunts my day and heat of her warmth haunts my night.
A pickle you see?
Still with a grain of strength,
I chose abstinence.
And even as I tear away from this binding yearn, the hunger for her flashy moves devour my comfort. Lurking the shadows of our past in my moving trails.
Yet, I’ll carry on,
yield myself to the golden ray of sunlight that clears my path to day.
Maybe I’ll look back a time or two,
But not today,
Maybe I’ll reminisce over you
but won’t stay
in the memories that fade me away
for I want rest
So I’ll start with this breakfast that doesn’t include a thought of you.
