The Weeping Groom

To my love Nigeria

“You shan’t kill anymore….for in killing we become dead to self….dead to passion. …dead to grace…

You have lost that spark I once saw….felt and embraced. ..

You have become a symbol of melancholy. …for the beauty of life you once had…the joy of fatherhood….the hope of great tidings and dreams….have been washed away….replaced with a hollowness undefined. ..

There is pain and misery…..bitterness and regret… you I find sadness beyond measure….

What’s there to hope for. …when the grasses have become like dust in the sands….when the glow from the candle burns ever so weakly….

Poems filled with bitterness and sadness have become the art of your fingers. …for thoughts of joy have evaded me….
Your lips taste of bile…..the honey has long since wasted away….

O how I wish you could rediscover the beauty in nature. ..the joy of being…..

It is sad that the thorns from the roses have become your symbol….For the petals are no more…

It is in the melancholy of my thoughts I take refuge. ..

I pray that someday I shall be able to sing those beautiful songs that once grazed my lips…..for you Nigeria was once my love unequalled”

First published on 5th May 2014

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Author: Lorenzo

Adventurous, love traveling, very much into visiting Art Galleries, Antique shops and Museums. I enjoy the thrills of meeting new people, learning about different cultures and belief systems. Avid reader of suspense and thriller books. Enjoy cooking and trying out world foods and drinks.

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