Gone With The Wind


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Kip Walkin

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All alone!

 

The little girl sat on the grass,

deep in thoughts, on her own.

 

Shivering with grief,

her tears flowed freely,

consequent of life lived so brief.

 

Stolen joy,

parents never again to see,

a loving embrace, a far cry,

her only consolation, the broken toy.

 

Life similar to shattered glass,

the future stolen by a blast,

then dark curtains came down at last,

soaked with tears and blood,

knowing that tomorrow, will never come to pass.

*****

This piece was inspired by little orphans who lost their parents and loved ones in a tragic manner. The aftermath is a scathing emotional experience. I hope you feel their pain and loss through this poem.

All the best to you and yours.

Ndifreke Efiok Akpan.

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Here For A Minute


This is reblogged based on requests by friends who did not get to view it the first time on my shared link with facebook. Thanks for the request. I hope you enjoy it.

Kip Walkin

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*****

 

It’s a long story,

But I will make it short;

Don’t think it gory,

For the pain still hurts.

 

Emotions are dead,

Consequent of love lost;

Now I lay on my bed,

Doomed to pay the cost.

 

My health fails me,

I will be here for a minute;

Don’t feel sorry, hail me,

I’ve been there, and I mean it.

 

*****

I often wonder at the effect emotions can have on one’s health and life decisions. Be it a broken heart, a mended one or a peaceful heart. This short poem portrays the delicate relationship that exists between one’s health, a broken heart and the decision to live.

 

Thank you for reading.

 

Warm regards!

 

Ndifreke Efiok Akpan.

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Gone With The Wind


(Photo Credit: 123rf.com) ***** All alone!   The little girl sat on the grass, deep in thoughts, on her own.   Shivering with grief, her tears flowed freely, consequent of life lived so brief.   Stolen joy, parents never again to see, a loving embrace, a far cry, her only consolation, the broken toy.   …