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"Ambitions and the Dead"

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"Ambitions and the Dead"

The cold night breeze gently blows
And tosses aside this black shroud
Unveiling shadows trying to hide their true frames
From a world they have lost touch with.

Strangers, you might want to call them
Held bound in a twisted faith.
Straining to reach a light
Shining far away in the horizon.

Quietness sits calmly in this darkness
While thoughts war with eachother
Outburst, screaming and screeching sounds
Like wheels out of control on a highway.

The man lies there without life
His heart wrenched by a famished spirit
Living within his bossom
Starved by his quest to be and to have 

Death is a path way to a long dark silence
Of the human soul, and its freedom
From all the chains he put on himself
In his quest to be like the living he dreads

 

 

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Emeka Collins

Wed 30th Dec 2020 00:37

Thank you Uncle Paul. Your words means so much to me.

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Emeka Collins

Wed 30th Dec 2020 00:37

Thank you Keith. I appreciate your kind words. You're one of the few whose words keep me going and doing this.
I hope my secret admirer comes out of hiding soon. So we could talk.

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keith jeffries

Tue 29th Dec 2020 23:13

Emeka, this is another one of your really good poems. You are becoming popular on this site and also you have a secret admirer of your work!!
Thank you for this
Keith

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