Emotion Poem by Stanley Siyanga

Emotions are like the grains of fire falling off a delicately brittle cadaver as it succumbs to the laws of physics, weightless to scale but heavily impactful..

Emotions are like a sweet aroma of snow, thawing off the faces of pine trees hastily making its way to the open air from a long forgotten yard of graves.

Emotions are like portrait of young lovers separated by the septum of death, one looking down at the grave, tears sliding off a pair of warm chicks her heart calling out in anguish. The other looking on from beyond, tears hanging on to the edges of his orbicularis oculi, forelimb stretched and his spirit whispering, "I LOVE YOU TOO YETA"

Emotions are like a curse of uncommon lovers at the apex of a war of the consequence of faiths, two rebellious hearts dying at the peak of dusk, arms clasped and fading smiles seen in the night light of an indifferent moon