Oh! baby misfortunes are not when
mammoth heavens fall, or mighty Earths
trembles it’s when the foundation of faith
inside begins to quiver ….
Not when you sob an independent
woman alone in raven nights but when you
yearn to cry in the ultraviolet shadows of
northern lights midst millions but saline tears
refuses to comply, they have abandoned…
For the inside of your wombs the bloody
waters have dried and declines to ooze
out, like ashen smoke of cheap joints
you burn out day and night….
Remember that moment once someone
complimented about those pretty lips but kisses
like paper-planes flew out of those
broken-windows …
Oh! baby there is a hope, it’s out there in
that horizon across azure blue oceans and
you sparkle like a last flame of old waxen
candle…
A candle you flicker-flicker and paddle
your boat with all the might knowing
that your time is finally out,
its just over, you keep flickering …
just paddling….