The Word for Writers

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Frederic Kwesi Great Agboletey


LOVE DISINTEGRATES

Love disintegrates into a thousand shards
Of shattered bits of broken pottery
Let lose in a monumental outburst
Of stored grievances-

Tired we all are of role playing
Pretending to experience joys long expiated
Emotions no longer held tender-

Ripping apart the bare semblance of affectation
Our jangled nerves are exposed
Raw and sensitive-

Cold sheets draped over hard surfaces
Arms that have grown cold
Hearts that have hardened-

Frozen faces becalmed in twisted anger
Refusing with calm stubbornness
To reach out-to heal-

In the sacred secretness
Of hidden inner recesses
We shed our cold tears-

Love's senseless babble
Has turned our steady studied gravity
Into heaving bundles of tumbled naiveties-

Emotions of pain that hang unto us,
Ripping our fragile cages of pretense,
Our souls bared for self-assessment -

In otherwise weighty matters
We consider to reconsider
In the cold light of reality-

That this road has come to an end
In bramble bushes and thorns
Bruised souls, heaving breasts and bleeding hearts-

We extricate our battered emotions
With studied blandness
Weeping in quiet corners of unlighted inner confinements-

Our hardened cold hands
Hearts beating with un-abating pain
Rubbing to painful rawness; inconsequences-

Of shared humaneness
Meeting in the aftermath
As we hope for reprieve from ourselves-

Our weakness,
The pride that consumes
Refusing to let go-

We commit by omission
Leaving behind only the bitterness
Of the moment-

In a refreshing pool
Of lingering bitterness we float in the aftermath
Of things that have lost their beauty-

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