how do I sing my PAIN?
yesterday, I looked at the mirror and saw myself flush down. i sang a note but the key was lost to the ears of the birds floating in the sky. if tissues could clean the soul, I’d run miles to wipe the dirt off my skin. i stand on the hills— hoist myself like a flag but the emptiness disguises me.
I sit:
sink in,
die in,
float in,
swallow in
dark in,
fight in,
beat in…
there was a time when I never knew how an echo sounds. an inhalation within a breath— murmur for air in the spaces hanging around my neck.
my life freezes—and I become a singer, rehearsing my notes—then wait for the song to be heard
….
tempus
he pours out his heart into the red-eye. he drowns all sweat, all unheard noise into his mother, into his friends, into his heart painted rouge. he watches as the curtain draw on the sky. by instance of the moon, he turns, turns, turns, waiting for the final blow to drop everything in the bar. he sits next to the bones broken inside him: broken by swords – all swang by his loved ones.
he sinks into his seat, make a grave of it. he turns red and wonders. wanders the changes, wanders desires unwanted. twitches his fingers and watches as the frame strikes. it strikes home. home that denies sleep; sleep of bells and birds. drums played in dreams,
screams of wrong flung through the air. he carries himself and pours himself to the rhythm in a cup. a communion of escapism; melancholy swollen in his face – he watches the musical instrument on the wall play, play into the dark as it draws the curtains on the night
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Poems © Bright Aboagye
Image: Dall-E remixed