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In the twilight hour
We reached the watch tower

The swinging trunks had got our smell
And one could tell
They weren't pleased

We had just intruded into their dust bath
Post the shower at the pool
Between us the distance
Was one of studied silence
Till one's trumpet froze me to the ground

From among the trees
Big little mud hills surrounded the space

Our clicking lens
Wore out their patience
And we were just nuts
Before that large herd

Some more were coming up the river
We heard someone whisper
And I thought of rebellious elephants
Fighting for territory once their own
Against an invader that spares none

What if this dwindling day hour
They crush the watch tower!
Poems which rhyme are written with rhythm in the ears,
Poems which do not are written with kaleidoscope in the eyes.
I offered him my paintbrush,
And he painted my life grey and black.
26/5/2020
 May 2020 arthur samuel papa
Nina
I won't deny
But it hurts to admit it
It hurts to say it
The words
Hanging in
Not wanting to go out

It hurts to say
That I'm still not over you
That i still think about you

I know you're happier now
It hurts me to say
But I'm glad you're happy with her

I'm sorry for not being  good enough
I'm glad you have her now

It hurts to say
But I'm happy for you.
 May 2020 arthur samuel papa
Nina
I spent my entire life
Getting hurt

Being mistreated
Used

Pain?
What's that
I've gotten so used
To all the bruises
To all the bleedings
I've gotten used to the verbal abuse
Emotional pain
And mental effect

Nothing can hurt my anymore
In fact
I've found comfort in pain

So hurt me
Like how people hurt people
Hurt me
It does not matter anymore
I will still hurt myself
At the end of the day
Pain keeps be safe
Pain makes me sane
My dream was to marry a man who was perfect in every way,
I ended up marrying a man with many flaws,
It turned out better for me,
His flaws were so endearing that they made me love him more,
Besides,when I needed him most he was at my side.
25/5/2020
Life burns
We die
Our wick may be castrated
Or stretched to an ungodly length
Regardless
Life burns

I want to die
I'm afraid to experience
'No life'
Many are waiting
I have many to greet
But
Life goes on
Death goes on
Purgatory is greener than both
But
The taste of stale fire
The last taste being rust
Regrets look on me as I spiral
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