Chidimma Ejike
Chidimma@cnenigeria.com
It warms the mind
to sustain bitterness.
It warms the soul
to forget weariness.
The desires of the
heart is left to
sooth, to forgive
to recover the gift
behind death.
Has it been long
you heard the birds
sing?
Entrapment in a
bondage, a hollowness
in our hearts.
Can this piece be the
end that forces us
to the end?
The bees are busy
the snakes aren't
feeding.
Yet in this naked hell
we evolve our stranded
nature.
We rekindle but can
never flame.
Entrapped yet in
the bondage of our
hearts.