“`The dim light of the candle, when swallowed by darkness
Effaces the memento lying in the museum of our past.
Enveloped by darkness, our past lays entombed;
Future unraveled, but the paths are bleak.
When the heart rustle;
My ears act deaf
My eyes turn blind
To the reality of the man you are.
We sink deep into jeopardy on the same bed of yesterday
I fall prey once again to the same man with a barren heart.
The nights wont grow old
Our hearts will grow cold.
Laments are in rehersal;
Tomorrow is dejavu,
We have been here before
This was but a sequel?
Here lies the woman I used love
Your lips will read the epitaph loudly so the world will understand;
My soul died countless times in the palms of the man I loved.“`
©Liz ~ the Afro Poetess