Musings weigh heavy, a whimsical torrent of the mind, past eons' tensions and blazed eros' sparks, paradigms of the mind's paradoxicality deemed disorderly, unbreathing lungs clung to a feeble chested bag of bones, with a heart that is an antithesis of its own, inevitably strive and scream for a self gallant effort. A new step.
Stories untold
Lines unkept
Emotions unorderly
Thoughts unheard
Loves unrequitted
Ideas unromanced
Hugs unfelt
Hands unopened
Laughs unreleased
Cries unfinished
Sights unseen
Scents unsmelled
Tastes unenjoyed
Cares uncherished
A heart unpounded
Many moons saw
Musings bandaged
bonded to the soul but
Yesterday a ray heralded a voice
A new hope
© Neo L. Samunzala