CHIGOZIE DANGOL

Rookie - 21 Points (27 July,1984 / ABUJA, Nigeria)

The Last Time - Poem by CHIGOZIE DANGOL

The last time I came calling was the last time I would come calling,
I stood at your doorsteps wondering how you'd receive me,
Softly tapping at the doors of your heart, I signaled my presence,
I knew you felt my essence, you were present, but I saw your absence.

Behind this mask of pain and rejection, I prayed it would be alright,
Maybe some how you could find a place for me deep within your walls;
All we do is wake up, make up and break up,
Because you are deaf to the sounds of my heart

Deep into the night alone and abandoned
I sit outside and hope maybe, you'd have a change of heart,
I wondered; do I repulse you? Do you revile my presence?
It's like I was never here,
Now we have come to the end of the road
This will be the last time you'd see me.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Based on my personal experience in search of the elusive love.

Comments about The Last Time by CHIGOZIE DANGOL

  • Gold Star - 33,912 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/25/2013 11:22:00 AM)

    good poem, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 15, 2013


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