Gerald Opio

There has never been a time
or will there be a time,
when my heart will allow me
to love less or reciprocate less
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A teenage girl strolling down the street
Looking around the city and it's outskirts
Meditating in the process
She gazes at the sky and smiles
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Everyday,
You wake up,
You brush,
Go to work,
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Through the valleys,
I walk...
its darkness threatens me not,
because life has suckled me bone-dry.
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I will love you.
But not how I used to love.
Because my heart was toyed with.
My past has been so cruel to me.
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At a certain point in time, there was that young me, so inquisitive and curious.
Always seeking out for new adventures, scenarios and experiences.
So naive and ingenious I was, accompanied with a timid mind that was afraid of exploring new things.
I would talk to myself, inform of mediation, just to help me gather some balls.
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A love never anticipated
One never presumed
As a mystery it happens
Twisting all dimensions
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Life's truly a mystery
Only thee can comprehend

Times and times again
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How hard is holding on?
When all you get is being pushed away
By the people you love and cherish
A heart wrecking moment it is
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A time left to waste, yet a lot could have been done about it (pondering about it) ,
Nothing was to call to fault apart from us, the perpetrators of our own parting.
A little more time devoted to us was all that was needed, but your own selfishness couldn't let you.
Self-seeking you were, provoked by your self-centeredness.
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When I am down - I revert to my pen and paper ~ inscribing all my weary thoughts on a scroll.
So relinquishing it is - writing connotes therapy ~ alleviating to our crushed spirits.
Dewy-eyed while writing - tears dropping on paper ~ drying in due time courtesy of the sun's scorching heat.
Appending indelible ink on paper - indefinite reference written ~ storing all the pain felt permanently.
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If I had done this; Could it have turned out better?
If I hadn't done it; Would it turn out any different?
If life gave me a second chance; Would I have lived better?
If it all happened as I anticipated; Would I be happy?
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As I catch up to a night coffee
While sitting on the couch
By eight o'clock in the evening
Momma joins me
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Why me? Why always me?
Not myself, anyone but myself.
Living in a fantasy to bury the reality,
Making myself the mystery,
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Days go by
Months come and go
Years fly
Time passes by so fast
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I am just a man,
With the highest of ambition,
To live a life so high,
So high that supersedes all expectations of the world.
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We are one, thought you don't see it.
We are family, though you don't feel it.
We may not be related by blood...but we all breathe
We may not be kindreds...but we have compassion
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A mother so forbear
Hope eventuates in her womb
Her hand caresseth belly jovially
Spurring a baby kick
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Working hard through out my School days, anticipating highly that all this hard work will yield me a better earning job at the end of everything.
But wrong was I, after school - the world of hustling embraces us, with wide open arms.

All our toiling tartamounts to nothing, employers overlook our qualifications - like they don't matter at all.
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Couldn't help overhearing
Words that hurt me profoundly
Both my soul and heart afflicted
Imparting an excruciating pain
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