Friday, September 18, 2009

When we choose to run

At times, we face situations that seem so ugly and unimaginable, in times like this, we feel like disappearing from the stage of reality- life, into the subconscious and then, reverse the situation. We forget that the reality of such situations is what makes and confirms us humans.

Psalm of the Dead












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The dead man sings,
Though he stinks,
How I wish...,
But I never did.

My first gift was a slap,
It should have been a hug,
How I did it, I do not know,
But somehow, I did what I wish I did not.

Warmers for winter,
And normal for summer,
Yet, I mixed it up,
And I bite my bones in regret.

Songs I never wrote,
Things I didn't note,
Stare at me in the face,
One thing, it's pretty late.

Ointment for bruises,
Smiles for roses,
Somehow, I failed to understand,
The jinx that makes me unfulfilled.

Six feet beneath,
Cuddled by raw earth,
I wish for another chance,
If only I could get it.

  - 'Lara Daramola