BARREN TEMPO : A Song With No Tune —Pawners Paper

Barren tempo, a poem that emphasized on privacy and silence ought to be honoured by human beings to his mate

BARREN TEMPO

Silence;

Just when the dead walk by naked,

Crying, with no soul to embrace their pains

And soothe them of their wanders.

For who knows of what they lost and what they sought?

Silence;

When the tied ropes sings with a lost voice

To the soul lost amidst the wind storm of absurdity

Who had cried, sought, fought but had none to reach out

Silence, at least he beget strange rhythms to journey him beyond.

Silence;

When the brushes mates with the colors, in embrace

Trying to satisfy the haunted mind of the  artist,

Who finds solace not at the coos and flapping wings of the birds when the morn appears

Or gladdens at the breathing twinkles of the stars at night,

But treasure the drama when the beast roars and gladdens at the sight of blood dripping

From the prey's leftovers, for there he draws his muse and his dark world

Silence;

When the joker dresses in his costume with paints on his bruised face

Wait! Have a seat! And watch him bring dreams of laughter into the realities of those faces

Sit! And watch his lips go sideways to send those birds of sadness flying

Silence, when the shows end and the paint wear off

For demons lie on those scarred faces craving to be set free

Silence;

When she stutters and conceal her wrath

Stay put, and stay back, just for more than a little while

Those eyes are gorgeous, radiant but the mind is bruised

Silence, for in the night, her step dad would come asking of more of her

And tomorrow She'll have to bandage her spirit once again like the past days

Silence, just a tear shed from those eyes but with pool of 'em inside

Silence;

When he drinks and staggers on his way home

And call him no coward for there are tons of ways warriors cry

Silence;

When she held those pictures of his close to her chest

Wishing all was a dream, all but a bad dream

Silence;

For the writer also, is as weak as the darkness caught in the glimpse of a light

Broken, shattered, and cremated

But phoenix rises from ashes, doesn't she?

Silence; silence, silence and please, silence

Just like a barren tempo, please be!

Written by: Adedeji Raphael

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