Many Trials Can't Triumph.

To my friend Semira Ogweda, who I guess is seeking our separation by keeping silence.

Like catching the wind,
To unbind the string.
More haste, full speed.
I tried my heart to off the spring.

I clenched my mind in boundless trials.
Futility like a flood overwhelmed my triumphs.
Whither my heed? The bond refused to cleave,
A mind canst be read, searing perplexity do live.

I sent my heart to un-numbered errands:
'Go ye heart and spy the mind'
'Come in haste and tell the read'
Many trials like dusts and sands.

Whither was the end?, nothingness was found.
I lie inert, with sorrows and uncertainity around.
Silence besieged, annihilation of the bond beckoned.
All moments tried I to nourish the end.
Like moulding the air, vanity abounded.
Light rested in the 'deem to amend'.

Call thy heart to a moment pause,
With thy mind to hark to mine cause.
My trials canst this string be unbinded;
Lets triumph over this silence to ages unbounded.
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Dedicated to Semira Ogweda.

Reviews

[ANTO]

Its deeply upsetting Bonaventure when we feel that our erstwhile friends have moved on without so much as a goodbye - that the time spent nurturing a bond was a waste of that time. I empathise with you and I admire your bravery for writing it - it cant have been easy.
God Bless.

[Bonaventure Onuabuchi]

Thanks so much for being concerned! Review is also received with appreciation.

[ANTO]

Your welcome - :)

[Marimartha Mardynz]

I've known the pain of a friend walki away. I can almost see my self in your poem. Its good. Mart*

[Nila M.]

"Whither was the end?, nothingness was found. I lie inert, with sorrows and uncertainity around".
This was very touching. I have felt this before.

[Bonaventure Onuabuchi]

Thanks for the Review.