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POEM 324

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BeckyTP formally known as Rebecca Moraa is a student at Moi University Main Campus Kenya. My passion in poetry grew in primary school.

poem-324

*324*

Having it all...
Was the sweetest part of my life ;
Well, radiant smiles and riches
Was all everyone ever wanted
And I had them all.

One single night, just after dusk ;
I lost it all to the little scary ghosts of night
And they captured me, well took me captive
Now all that is left of me-
Just a number, a valueless digit...

324...
Yes, that's what they all call me ;
I no longer see the sun, that glows
Every morning to make the earth glow ;
With me everything is dim, dark and scary-
Scarier than the tombs in nights...
Who knew I'f end up here ?

I always fetch them, long and lovely ;
Memories from my past,
They existed, yes, now they make me smile
Foolishly and slap my very self,
Because I took them for granted.

My stars just turned crimson,
The moon just went into hiding-
Nothing shines light around anymore ;
The flowers have withered,
Because they never see sunlight...
It's all turned upside down, dark and scary
Right now: Nothing just adds up.

© 2018 BeckyTP

Comments

Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on March 29, 2018:

Beautiful and dark at the same time. Hope that fortune finds the person in this poem.

Tom Cornett from Ohio on March 26, 2018:

A profound and sad poem filled with images that reach into the soul. Well done.

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