Whatever road we may have met,
Whatever destination we may share,
Do remember, the other roads you are away from,
For I am my dear, a stone, not a home.
Some take the wrong direction like you did,
Led by their heart, they give up their roads,
To be a passenger, or a prisoner
Of another who seeks and grant nothing.
You desire to be devoured
But here there are no bellies to shelter you,
Do remember my dear, the other roads,
For I am my dear, an emptiness not a belly.
Whatever road we may have met,
Whatever destination we may share,
You are not my companion, my home
And though you create an appetite in me,
And have distracted me with your duties,
And touched and casted me a vessel, a soul
And kept, as my prisoner, a child.
Know my dear, my mind is taken,
And taken by the remembrance of the other roads,
The other roads, forgotten.
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When your mind is taken, no one else can come in. Beautiful poem. Kingsley Egbukole