Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

(31/12/1987 / Ebonyi State Nigeria)

Tears Of The Moon


Sing me those songs of tears
Let me dance upon the lyres of sorrow
Mourning the lost passion of thy emotion
With thy anguish dripping upin the rein of my heart
Weeping for want of peace but findeth non
To ease the misery of the pain so hurting
Whence in this rain of blissful showers
We feel so ire
That the drop of thy own tears, cease the light of the day
And darkness upon the soil enrage
Quaking and shaking the trees of temperament
Causing the eyes to sleep no more
When the doors of the lips are tightly shut and
The windows of the ears opened to nothing.

Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

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