My voice is hoarse, but smooth my ink is
My soul enraged, but soothe my smile will
My eyes shut blind, but bright my mind sees
My heart though broken, but love it still will.
My skin is coarse, but cold I still feel
My mind has aged, but young my heart stays
“I won’t” I say, but later I’d still
beg your return, and weep sore for days.
The song has no life, but each day it plays
For my ache to drown, by pouring it out
again; the lyrics therein gibberish brays
but in their confusion hope seems to sprout.
Is this Hope I see and hear
for me to breathe and live again?
Or am I just familiar with Heartbreak’s lair
And forever addicted to the pain?
– Osalam Wosu
©2017. 2edged Pen