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»A second ago«

by Ntokozo A Rivombo, January 4, 2021

A stroke of hair
Is only enough but a share
Twilight rendezvous so fair
The only reminder – memory is the fare
Highly payed for, no dime, none to a spare
A second ago is in its essence rare.

Upon the Damsel’s Bloody cheeks
Antiquity plays the harlot
Wit’ tender a lip that its lure leaks
A thousand uncalled for hickeys – a ballot
A prize too high to nurture a vexed heart
that bows its knees in sore displeasure,
Tears shoving and rupturing like a dart
A storm-tossed face that masks a hub of grease and seizure.
Some call it a raging passion,
Buh A second ago is nothing but a sham
Buried in a fallen-like-pollen mansion,
Cast autograph engraved in the sacred museum of life, illusively floral,
Angels of woe by the gateway chanting a choral,
A stabbing reminder of temporality stuffed in shame perfectly oral..
A kind so mysterious – the four deaths endorsing the gates open to the judgement seat – one who reads all, rewards all.
A baptismal of fire – a purging of ice..

Because you see, a second ago is bloodthirst expunging the beauty of life – the hypnosis
that leaves her being in paralysis.
Question the scenery and she’ll give no answer. Because you see a second ago is a memory faded in history like the many she knows nothing of.

Written: May 2020
Tags: Disappointment Emotions Life Relationships Sad

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