The Black Plunges Of Then Poem by Prince Kenny Osei

When I least expected

Our paths crossed each other

We met and conquered boredom

It wasn't our plea nor our foresight

It began with incoherent talks

Conversations that stood akimbo as always



I whispered uncompromisingly that posterity assumes the seer of our mission's breath



And gradually breach our thoughts with longing continuity

Then, that bond had become our prescience while our forged solitude was chanted with sheer ecstacy as to what evolution and modernity utter



As the alien thunder beeped and the black plunges had become purulent rather than derogatory

The echoing zest had run out of its tempestuous speed and the remnants left had assume a dangling crane of despairity and separation



Before we realised that our paths never crossed ever again, we were miles apart

Periodically, it was unfathomable to our cradles of thoughts and beliefs

Defied nature and tempted fate

But if for nothing we witnessed nothing, we believe and know now that the stunts and shadows of lonely segragation would now be issues of the days of old

While the chronology and theory of acquaintance would be a subject well-mastered.

Fate breached!