Minutes have merged into wads of hours
since I set out on this journey,
having nothing but a pen, a book and my soul in a pouch
Yet every feet has proved a difficult mountain
Every word, a bitter fountain
It surprises me how difficult it is to write an ode to the one we adore the most
Maybe I should have brought a cage with me
because every perfect word flutters out of memory too soon
Even before I get a chance to say HI
The pages scream out for a sip at the juice of my pen
but I think I forgot to wake my brain when I rose this morning
I thought of ringing you,
to hear your honey voice
So that the limps of my imaginations may receive strength
to carry me into the a perfect poem of our love story
But I won't because like always I would booze your voice
So I am turning back empty and defeated
Failed by rhyme and wit
Betrayed by rhythm and words
No! Wait, I see a friend
And he's ever willing to help me draw from my well of inexpressions
Forgive that he made us wait so long a time
for it is no fault of his
He Struggles to take each step because he is obessed with meanings
Mum, meet " I love you" for he alone can be the message I want to send
Ene Emah
©eneemah
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