Gone

Now you are gone

Our chords gradually slackening

Our flame taking to its last dance

The emberĀ  glows with a riverflow of memories

A strongĀ  mist presence colonizes my eyes

Visions of the past blurring into a mirage.

 

My engine comes to life as I unlock the garage door

Recovering from wounds of pain,

The wheels to my car start beeping on the tarmac like a hospital monitor

Little care given to anything else

But just speed to gain

Hoping the glow would smoulder into a new flame.

 

-redART by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

 

 

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Old Sheets.

A gallant warrior runs over your terrain

Dripping rocks detrimental to your flower bed
Your mind bears nothing to gain
Coming down from the high of pain
Painkillers have been made an option
In your eyes boils your inner oceans
The only glance at your soul
Relinquish your worn out skin
Its time to wear snow white tailored garments.
Open a fresh page for new literature
For new dreams,
So you think…
Tempering with your cohesive plans is fate
Or luck, they both have a similar taste.
Hereafter you find a bae
Throwing away the old sheets to your bed
He is a new layer covering your wound
Surely it does provide a luxurious calm
Universal rules state that calmness is not permanent
A storm wrecks your hard work
And this time it is hard
to deal
kicking you back to the ground
This signifies a moment to rebuild
A new layer over the old layer
All in the pursuit to heal our wounds
Heal our heart breaks
Adapting the nature of an onion
Departure of ignorance
A new dawn for truth
Question to the universe
How does time heal a heart break?

-redArt by Kelvin.