Oh, fairest tongue, thou has departed hence,
Leaving mine heart in sorrow's great expense
A plague upon thy silence, say I
That hath bereft me of thy sweet reply
...
I write to bleed ink
To scribble my soul onto paper
To stir what's deepest
And to awaken the dead
...
While the night is dark, the day is darker
Horror seems pleasant, solace seems sad
Time, dearest time, what are you?
A companion of agony or joy?
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Jethro Kisakye Mark is a Ugandan poet known for his intense and evocative explorations of the human condition. His poetry delves into themes of darkness, despair, and the search for meaning, often reflecting his own experiences and emotions. With a unique voice that blends raw emotion with lyrical language, Kisakye's poetry has resonated with readers and listeners alike. Through his work, Kisakye invites readers to confront the complexities and challenges of life, and to find solace in the shared human experience. His poetry is a testament to the power of words to express, to heal, and to connect us all.)
The Tongue Bid Me Farewell.
Oh, fairest tongue, thou has departed hence,
Leaving mine heart in sorrow's great expense
A plague upon thy silence, say I
That hath bereft me of thy sweet reply
Thy mumbles once did stir my soul to fire
And with each word, my passions did aspire
But now, thou art gone and I am left
To mourn thy loss in deep and endless night
Farewell dear tongue, may fortune smile on thee
And in thy new found silence, may'st thou be free
But for myself, I am condemned to pine
A victim of thy loss in slumber so deep!
Often times, the thoughts that appeal to us the most make the most out of our thoughts.
How high is the end?
My cup has been filled with tears anew!
We often lose, we shouldn't have dared.
But with wings I would fly to thee, with no fear i would fall with ease.