I knew it was you
the humble and the companionate
the inspired by love
sending a wave of appreciation
descending from the Thalamus
to the pigment of my Iris
Seeing you pass by
I hid my sorrows under my eyelids
You poked both eyes gently,
My closed eyes, mine and their secrets
Opening up to you, and I can feel
my tears falling down, one by one
like a flimsy leaf
gathering at the ******
street corners of a heart
that have no homes, not even
a room for a guest
or a ‘welcome’ mat
a deep voice, came from within
saying to happiness
‘visitors are not welcome’
some of us are
content with the sadness
because at least, the blues
never departed,
since it first
arrived
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
I knew it was you
the humble and the companionate
the inspired by love
sending a wave of appreciation
descending from the Thalamus
to the pigment of my Iris
Seeing you pass by
I hid my sorrows under my eyelids
You poked both eyes gently,
My closed eyes, mine and their secrets
Opening up to you, and I can feel
my tears falling down, one by one
like a flimsy leaf
gathering at the ******
street corners of a heart
that have no homes, not even
a room for a guest
or a ‘welcome’ mat
a deep voice, came from within
saying to happiness
‘visitors are not welcome’
some of us are
content with the sadness
because at least, the blues
never departed,
since it first
arrived
I’m trying to express how..often **** events stay for days, or months and or years as opposed to happier experiences...for some reason..joy feels like a visitor like peace isn’t meant to live within us..always leaving more room for chaos.
©Nyaluelit.Kuoth 2018
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