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Dec 2015
Anger lashing out like waves hitting the shores within
Blinded by the fire, lacking where to begin
Breathlessly fighting for life yet holding my breath
Not believing that it's over,clinging to regret
Now that you're gone what's left is paper and pen
Without a difference between now and then
Except you being gone and never returning
And my mind burning and soul still yearning
Thoughts running east and then back to west
Searching for memories, a holy grail quest
Crumpling the papers as if they're responsible
For the beautiful poetry but finding no rhyme
Choosing to embrace loneliness and enjoy the crucible
Wishing by pushing back the clock I'd rewind time
Forgetting to draw back the curtains battling fright
Waking to horrors and creepers of the night
Trapped in the biting cold, hardly finding sleep
Wide eyed even after counting a million sheep
Searching for your fragrance in the sheets
Failing, like the recollection of how I you meets
Abandoning my bed and staggering in the darkness
Crushing over stuff searching for the switch
Wishing I still had the lamp you took with you by my bed
Or the phone I broke angered by your satirical tweet
It's like you were never here for your absent in my head
Hit as I turn on the blinding light by the current
Taking a **** and back to my PC to search for torrents
The movies I trashed when you left, songs I deleted
Now I treasure them as much as I had hated
Two three songs, I find memories lost in years
Only to start another war,battling back my tears
The scars are open and I bleed in love again
My passion for you is as fresh as the pain
Sadly I can't pelt the staring walls with my PC
She's an expensive and only source of my torturous peace
So my pillow takes her place and the potted flower
Funny I got strength for this but not will power
I need help but then will anyone understand?
Alone and accused on the boulevard of broken dreams
Jealous as the first ray of dawn kisses the sky
Onto the same staring walls I lean as I cry
Cursing where I've been, unsure of where
I'm going like lost fountains in a stream
I want to tell God to stop this crazy ride and I get off
And right there dizzy conjures my eyes and I sleep off
Ignatius Hosiana
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Ignatius Hosiana  30/M/Kampala-Uganda
(30/M/Kampala-Uganda)   
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