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IS THERE STILL HOPE FOR ME?

I cannot find any masterpiece

How then do I plan?

There are no shoulders on which to stand

Shoulders of any giant of great stance

How then do I view the remaining journey?

How do I understand?

Tell me, is there still hope for me?

 

The one I love does not love me in return

All along, I was waiting for a train at the bus stop

I was played — taken for fun

Can the heart still beat after it has been torn?

When will I stop hearing the 'pii pii pii' or 'puun puun puun' ?

When will I ever hear the train horn?

Tell me, is there still hope for me?

 

I walked with my greatest companion — my thought

Much was I shown

Even beyond what I seek, in gracious colours

Only to reach the journey end to be betrayed by my own thoughts;

What I seek, never sought me

Tell me, of what difference am I from a soldier who trained forever, only to meet his end in just a day, at the battle front?

Tell me, is there still hope for me?

 

Should I think less of my so called friends

or should I say much of them?

They only show up whenever I find a gem

They deliver panegyric when things are right

And they come by day to leave at night

 

Shouldn't I sink in thoughts of my home sweet home?

Shouldn't I say less of my very own?

Whom I danced to his great plans — plans for me alone

Great plans for the tomorrow that is never known

Only to find he never had a plan, not even of his own

Tell me, is there still hope for me?

 

Who should I run to?

Where do I go from here?

Please teach me how to stop thinking

So I may conquer my fear

For I've sought far and near

I've written to many eyes and sang to many ears

I've cried out my heart, but no one seems to care

Tell me, is there still hope for me?

 

Which leader would you refer me to?

Is it the one who preaches only what the people want to hear

Or the one who looks at evil and pretend not to see due to fear?

Is it the one who says what the heart cannot bear

Or the one who preaches, but does not want to be dared?

Tell me, is there still hope for me?

 

I am here

all alone

You may not understand me

that, I know

You are not under this tree

How then will you know the nature of its shade?

 

—JIBRIL ABDULMALIK

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Written by
JIHAR
21 / M / Nigeria
Published
Apr 16, 2019
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I'm left here, all alone, with nothing left. Is there still hope for me?

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