Behind this! I choose to bury those red seas
of toxic ovens and ways,
filled with the famine days,
still bearing those pretentious rays.
Behind this! I lay my worst times
of horror and lies,
wearing good times,
out of my bird and soar flies.
Behind this! Lies my real face,
who clutches to gear pains.
A brother of agony and its deeds.
A sister to sadness and her painful tears.
Behind this! Shares the real me.
An antagonist to elegy,
whose tender eyes flood with energy.
Now, a look of a depressed clergy.
Behind this! Tells you my storyline.
Filled with lost fortunes,
of old and stocked problems,
Clothing undiluted tears in severe columns.
Behind this! Are shadowed wounds
of my failure goons.
Melted for raw chants and curses
for you see only the scripted cover pages.
This poem was published in the 12th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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