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ALCOHOL RECOLLECTIONS…DARK CURTAINS

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ALCOHOL RECOLLECTIONS

A gaze at oneself

my marvel is the portion you make

Is it your lips or your eyes,

is it the way you took off

 

You maneuvered like an alcoholic stream

impairing my distress

Lazily-leading my eyes to dream in my head

I am but an alcohol, drunk and so boozy  to its core.

 

Fluid bones, that’s your home

exasperated at the Earth you claim fractured

I’ve arrived from the pains of the flesh

I am the buried bone of the weight sunk in the depth of blood

Sometimes I speak to be

But how about when you fractured me

 

My affliction says: this is not the right way

though my recollection remembers my surrendering scorn

I hear him retort, let it be

 

So I lay in the pool like anything above the air

The dead lagoon of your alcohol

A recollection you used to know

 

 

DARK CURTAINS

Dear Diary please, do not include this fall

Tell not the world about the back mistakes.

Whenever you remember, let it go

For today I’m hurt, tomorrow is same.

There will be no strange curtains to hold me

No more familiar foot-paths on worse days.

I will be discarded in memory,

Dear Diary please, do not include this fall

Let not the eyes behind me be so dark

I want to look forward to see the sun,

Let the moon keep hold of my aching might,

Tell not the world about the back mistakes.

Wherever you see my words, you should know

I’m trying my best to make shoes for me.

Pick up your act and script your own movie,

Whenever you remember, let it go

I have heard the myth about this feeling

Only now do clouds gather above me,

Whatever they do, I will carry on

For today I’m hurt, tomorrow is same.

 

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© Rudolph Ruddapoet

All poems from www.ruddapoet.com.ng

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