Ugochinyere Okoro
Ugookoro@cnenigeria.com
Sometimes, words are not enough
To stand in for the feelings that hurt,
Like destitute feet on a harmattan night
Weakened yet toughened by the cruel wind highs.
Words that can say pain
But never feel the strain we take
That wears the heart thin,
By that subtle badgering within.
But these words are all I've got
To show you memories hidden in my loft.
Cool, smooth, tepid and soft;
Rough, tough, mangled and hot…
But my__ how they hurt,
Sometimes words are not enough.