Dancing To My Lonely Pains Poem by Wesongah David

I walk proudly as a gathering storm,
Floating over the insidious valleys yonder,
And I see the faces remark how happy am be,
A bunch of golden daffodils brazen –that’s me!
Flutter and sad that’s me at heart,
For I never saw a heart revel in loneliness.

Lined up like gloomy stars on a starry night,
Blazing angrily on a shadowed milky way,
On and never ending eyes that lurk beneath my soul,
Ten thousand more stairs and I still can’t concede love;
In a sober voice am an immature rose,
Sprouting cheekily, in a vineyard solitary

The waves dance gay in my mind,
But never outdo that voice in glee,
‘And you have to keep hoping and press on! ’
What a wealth to me sprinkled by them,
And lest be seen pressing on too rosily,
By any other name-still by Jove

It is so-oft when dreaming and happen to think,
Incidental it happens be you,
And calling on the last reserves in a bliss of solitude,
I smile that be it so it, you?
And such an entertaining notion my heart abounds with pleasure,
And leaps a joy to the beat of the coming pain


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