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I take a deep breath
but I felt a pang on my chest
and I couldn't breathe
as if the world is suffocating me
the darkness is everywhere
I have nowhere to hide
I feel the hopelessness overtake my body
and all I can do is watch everything fall apart
and i cried for hours
about the pain i've kept hidden
letting it all flow out of my body
in the form of tears and soundless sobs
i used to cradle her bleach-cracked hands in mine
and decode the stardust resting within her fingerprints
     up until the day that i lost touch with the art of reading braille
     and she stopped slinging tall-tales for me to fetch
and rest the plot-twist at her feet

often in the post-script
i'd find my train of thought highjacked by the sunlight illuminating the rainbow of earth-tones ablaze
in her frizz-ridden curls
as if she'd been washing her hair with the damaged case of beer
she'd gotten for half-price at liqour depot
     she never did quit drinking
          but neither did i

at least we tried

though sometimes
in the middle of the night when nothing was alright
and we'd barely survived another fight
her face would catch my glance
cast aglow by a flood of lava-lamp light
    
     the sea of freckles resting at the crest of her cheeks
     rose lips perma-pursed in half tilt
     her resting heart-rate so high that i could almost see it
          pirouetting within her chest

it was then that i'd love her best
     amidst the ruins of who we were
     just moments before
a love poem, for the girl i can sometimes spot in my reflection.
I sit and I think
Seeking a poetic opening
Daring to write my masterpiece

I haven't written in a while
At least, nothing worthy of a "Like"
Such poetic redundancy!

I read lines from other poets
Brilliant! Wonderful!! Astonishing!!!
How inspiring, how sweet!

So now must I write
And retain my rightful place
Among the nobles- called Poets!

Life was good- mundane!
Then came poetry- exciting!!
And now it's dwindling- Oh no!!!

Putting pen to paper
I scribble for hours, still nothing
I'm losing it, I freeze at the thought.

I'm sorry to disappoint you
But this is not a poem
For I sought it, but didn't find it.

For poetry is like a chick
Elusive when sought
Flirtatious when shunned.

So, must I wait
Not seeking to find her
But surrendering, for her invasion.


© Raphael Uzor
No inspiration!
****** in a crinoline,
****** of Solitude,
spreading immensely
like a tulip-flower.

In your boat of light,
go -
through the high seas
of the city;
through turbulent singing,
through crystalline stars.
****** in a crinoline
through the roadway's river
you go,
down to the sea!

— The End —