Obiaeli Ifediirichukwu Victor
A Means To An End - Poem by Obiaeli Ifediirichukwu Victor
That moment when everything fades
... When everybody seems to disappear
That very period in time when the horizon seems to grow cold
The lights go dim; pace covers little.
That very obnoxious moment when nothing seems relevant
A period you feel emptiness within and without
As an iceberg, so your heart moulds up in blocks
Like a loose wool dangling on the trust of the hanger
It comes to you in a bizarre;
Showing you that rain actually drops from heaven.
(Not all you think that care actually do)
You were just a pun...in the game.
You feel absconded and left out
Like slime left behind by crawling snails
Like cheese left by eating babies you sulk
That which you think is within grasp seems distant.
A much close distance you cannot see nor touch
That very moment that I grow tired of my opposites
That is always the moment when you realize that
You...I can do without them.
I can do without that feeling I feel I had felt before.
Like wax melts amidst fire
So does the love you think you can grow
All for few in heart that does not exist any longer
I let it go...it went, let it be...it slept
"All is well... that ends well" said I.
I see nothing but a means to an end,
A game I never wanted to play.
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