The heart heard not of such grief
That sinks the mind in debris
The eyes I told of haunting sighs
Sheathe in tears whereon worries fly
Day I told not of burdens
Weighing tattered unknown feet
Night bears witness of such stenches
Shrouding desires in contempt
Many were words unspoken
Held in obdurate silence
Whispers from inglorious moments
The dawn was made privy
The night veils the tear
The sun dry the sighs
The mind is lost to reason
Hugged in recent plights
Balogun (c) 2014
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