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FADE

The defining moment in a second.

the miracle in a blink of an eye.

how the seasons turn in a split.

how the years roll with a swing.

the questions that get no answers.

the puzzles that revolve with spinning time.

the man at the back of the bus keeps writing.

his back is full of arrows.

I am in love with his anger, the way he cries softly.

the woman on the walk way is singing.

I recognize it as an old dirge sung by Priests.

my Mother wonders why I am so moved by sadness.

I say that I blame the books that gave me knowledge.

knowledge is a lot of suffering, I begin.

but not everyone likes these sentiments.

I stood in front of children to speak yesterday.

I was torn by their obvious enthusiasm and my deep seriousness.

In a bid to match theirs, I became a clown.

and the more I screamed, the more they laughed.

now, I have tears in my eyes.

a scarred cheek and a stretched heart.

Everyone seems fine with this drama.

but I am thinking of my next steps.

hoping that the stars don’t glow with my mistakes.

Selah.

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6 comments

Goodluck January 15, 2020 at 9:07 am

Keep writing. The world must hear.

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Debby Keys January 15, 2020 at 10:32 am

Thank you πŸ˜ŠπŸ€—

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Gottfried January 15, 2020 at 5:24 pm

You’re in love with his anger? That’s a first 😁

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Debby Keys January 17, 2020 at 12:21 am

Na wa. All these people πŸ˜‚

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Bamidele January 15, 2020 at 5:54 pm

I like the energy!

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Debby Keys January 17, 2020 at 12:21 am

We keep it β™₯

Thank you Bam..

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