Letter To The BreathlessA Poem by Kwiksie Ifediora...one never read.This
was made for you. Words,
one after the other Organized
or scattered, Musings
from a disconcerted heart trying
to outrun each other All
in order to reach you. Words
made from letters, Letters
having no mother other than this torture That
cuts like hardened ice in the winter; My
fingers becoming a residence for blisters as I ceaselessly clutch this literary
weapon Useful
for nothing but murder, A
crime playing the rescuer As
it will save me from this death Which
I’ve unknowingly inhabited.
This
is my letter.
Addressed
to you, no doubt. I
might have used my mouth but I forget to not stutter Not
because I am nervous or flustered But
there truly is no pattern of thought laid out by this hurt. I’m
clueless of its source and it’s mode of entry; But
it did get in and is now filling a huge space I never even knew was empty And
now, tense, my veins strain against my skin As though
electricity ran through my being Like
the occupier of an electric chair But
the worst part of all this Is
after sending you this piece… You
were not there.
Absent
before I thought to look. Knowing
of what I only wish I understood, Aware
of an event to proceed Yet
took I for granted all these Because
that inner voice I failed to heed. Time
and time again. Ignoring
the promptings by which I should have been led Allowing
the nothings fill my head; See
I thought everything would stay in line That
you would patiently wait until I had time -but
by the time i gave attention to that voice whispering in mind Before
I got through asking the ‘what’ and the ‘why’--- Before
the foreign language of obedience was translated I
wrote you this letter, But
you already were dead. © 2013 Kwiksie IfedioraAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKwiksie IfedioraPort Harcourt, NigeriaAboutCarrying His yoke because it's lighter than my sin, shining His light because minus it, i'm all dim. So now, thanks to my rebirth, my race for heaven defines my walk on earth. :) LoveMyProfile... more..Writing
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