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At The Vale Of A Union by Ojvictor(m): 1:45pm On Jan 15, 2020 |
Like a wide fire She spread her wings With tears, fraction covered with smile Why she wrote her heart on a sheet of paper The red ink was nothing but a broken heart Her voice lost on the cold spring even the breeze couldn't wave the heat This is three month now She still couldn't gather the inner strength Her lifelong dream, her desire left her a stranger Can she erased all emotion Would words take her forward in cool formality Unpleasant memory that need to be placed on the shelf in the back of her mind But she need to move on anyway He left no siege and cast his spell How do I come to fruition Her gaze slide to the ground with a nerves dance in her stomach like the flapping wings of a thousand butterflies And it was as though a gray cloud had moved over her But the tree still bear fruit she said trying to set herself free from all dimming cloud......... Pulsating sweat dribble Squirting semen from his penis, strew over her unclad body. The night had been filled with an alacritious fulfillment of fantasy. Nude bodies laying bare next to On another, protruding last thoughts of the pleasure shared before departure. A fortnight had begun in bed with a stranger. Unprotected sex the weary profit. Tension tugs Yanking in the weight of the world alongside. Thoughts sprinting into action. With each pound of his heart. He pondered about his frivolous swings. Eupeptic that he hadn't been infected, nor afflicted with so dreaded HIV virus, he cautiously searched for signs and symptoms. Temperature rising, A sore burning in the mouth,this became his dire reality. The fear of the unknown his only companion. Unable to live with doubt, He summoned courage in a windbag like odyssey. moving swiftly towards the medical diagnosis center. Across him was the way to the truth. A road of moving vehicles the only distance between HIV positive or negative. Hope is a drying river He couldn't hold reason Turning back to starting point was the only decision made. A soldier who escaped death in battle. May live to fight another day Living with maybe was better than the truth today! Sores in the mouth Temperature rising Irregular bowel movement. Each morning, this thoughts were the circadian rhythm that awoke him. Unable to live with this tremors, he submitted to reality's claims. At the release of the results, he received the news that he was negative of the virus hiv but with another virus You will have to be on medication and we advice you call your love one You need to be admitted immediately if you have to survive this Now the only one he has at the moment who will always be by his side was the one he left in the dark.......... Did he have a choice now? I don't think so. He gave the doctor her number and they called her Your man is sick and he is at the point of death, you are the only one he can reach and your presence is needed urgently They gave her the address The memory awakens Now she was lost in thought Should I go or not? Saying to herself Mixtures of thought But I have to see him even for the last time After bath She got dressed up With a small black leather guess satchel bag A combination of simplicity and emptiness Her life was already up As she exit the wooden door She went straight to catch the train after highlighting the taxi Now she was there with him in the hospital He was sleeping with some breath of hours Like his only remaining His face looks so remorseful as though he truly let her down Suddenly, some soft, Unfamiliar emotion crept through her A fiercely fury of martyrdom It was akin to the pity she felt What a wildlife What a quest This was when she was told of the faceless virus And his sandy colored eyebrows raised And she noticed they were a shade darker than his hair which looked bleached by the sun to the color of ripe wheat She refuse to give the present awareness a moment of thought As he called her by name Mercy...... She gave a deaf ears Going back to retrospect recandling those sweet moment And she answered calling him by his name Rapheal... Will you forgive me? Yes I did what was inhuman I hurt your feelings so bad I can't even face you My conscience keep Hitting me so hard Maybe I deserve the result of my deeds Maybe God can as well forgive I had everything in you mercy I had the woman I had the human I had the beauty I had the most lovely heart I had a giver I had everything a man would have wanted for eternity Please Rapheal it's okay I don't want to cry now I have had enough of my tears gone down the nile already I don't think I need that now I have forgiven you I know in life things happen But if one stand out of it alive Then a smile could be at last I shared the best part of me with you You knew my past I was becoming another Rapheal in woman I was so used to you That nothing else matters And you just went blanked You short the doors You left me in a severe darkness alone raining tears I forgive you Rapheal But don't know how you going to make this work if you finally fine. I will do all it takes as a man to win back your heart I will love you till time stand still I will dry those river I will make them a play ground for you and our kids You will cry no more You proved to me how unique you are A forgiven creation A dear dare of the world The only fact and fiction You are more than a book to those who can read My perfect perfection Thank you for coming to my aid You are welcome says mercy with a lighted smile like the new York New time magazine Feeling so bright A rib and the missing heart All on the Vale of a union And I wish they both find a perfect home walking through this memorable past together. And the last time I heard from this two was on the TV When they launched their forth charity home It was indeed the imperfect making a perfect balance. |
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