If a pen could describe the storm in my heart,
then I would not be so much trouble.
If tears could bring an end to my worries,
I would cry my eyes out.
If I recruited a painter,
he could not capture the darkness that fills my chest.
Even the sharpest, newest lens
could not frame the fire that burns my soul.
For within me lies sorrow,
a worry no man can share;
as the horizon of the sea remains unseen,
so does the depth of the trouble in my heart.
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Author:
Ezekiel Olayemi (
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Comments2
I particularly liked the last two lines of this poem. It is a sad poem that ends without resolution.
Thank you for your wonderful comments sir ... I appreciate!
You are certainly most welcome
The speaker conveys the ineffable nature of deep emotional pain, Sad and vividly expressed. Interesting poem.
Thank you greatly for your words
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