It was on April - fools eve when uncertainties infringed the day that I regarded the month of the hour as a blossomed "May" to covert which may
My intentions generalised was a vocation not specialised
And so; eluded with a desire so great, I went in search of my soul mate
I found him; his name was "Time" and his surname was "Date"
I really don't know if I love him cos
I get a mixed feelings of excitement in my turmoils
And I can't stomach my experiences
May be because it is wonderful to know that I could:
Be enticed by a need and its feel?
Stand on a spinning wheel with a shaky feet?
Be mocked and cheered up by intimidation and assault?
Be stiffened by weakness and inspired by determination?
Be romanced by fear?
Endure being raped and defiled by junks of paradox?
Oh! What an insult!
I was engaged to "Time Date" at the time
He was with me while all this happened
Yet he could not do a thing
He was just a mist in my plight
Staring and watching while running out of sight
With "Time Date" I have had countless dates
Unaware that Date via the time
Was betrothed to fate
I reminisce the events and pledge
To make amends not to relent
And so I made these resolutions praying:
To sail someday
To mould the days like clay
To make Time Date my prey
And to get things done my way
My name is "Desperation"
I tell you this brief story
To let you know why people have me in them - Desperate
To kill Time and change Time
To beat Date and fix Date before its late
Please don't castigate my being with people - yourself
Cos I seem to love you - them
I'm only acting as you - them make me feel
I believe you now know the truth?
I've been a faithful wife; a deserving companion
And I'm glad to be real
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Just be yourself guys cos there's nothing wrong with it and there's nothing more like it
I LOVE YOU
YOU ARE READING
Desperation Speaks
Puisi"... Never act as you like but think as you like - Never act as you think but think rather of thy act for the act...." [a collection of poems on DESPERATION]
