The poems you didn't write
are notes of sounds never
composed in fine lines of songs
They are like seeds sown
into the soul without their
shoots springing forth
They are currencies of dreams
never printed in the bank
of reality
Like the beaming of a beautiful
future terminated by the
circumstances of life
The poems you didn't write are
beautiful spirits, flames of love
choked in an evil ambience,
left forever to suffer the wraths of hell
They are like bloods drying up
in fragile hearts, like sperms
wasted during plagues of Onanism
They are like sweet melodies metamorphosing in a gentle heart,
but left to decompose, out of fear
and timidity
Like politicians singing sweet songs
of audio promises, choking the
destinies of millions in a condemned cage
© Daniel Ezeokeke
Written by Daniel Ezeokeke
Inspired by Ajise Vincent
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