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written by: Solomon Bukenya
Eyes have seen the fires of hell.
Flames burning the last of souls to tiny flakes of dust.
Souls that once lived and truly loved.
Screams for mercy and redemption feel the air.
Redemption and mercy that’s never been seen before.
And so souls wait in hopelessness and despair
for heavens angels to descend upon the gates of hell
And relieve the pain of these everlasting flames.
Souls roam the face of this world.
An emptiness worse than the voids of the cosmos
Lost in thought, in painful deserts of detest.
In search of what is true, in search of a warm embrace,
Painfully gazing at the smiles in thy vicinity
With neighbours holding hands and laughing amidst these tormenting tornados.
Souls reminisce about the bad old days
When hope was still on the table,
Trying so hard, giving more than enough just to be looked at with warm embrace
Only to get shattered into pieces for caring too hard
Now, these pieces from the past lay scattered along the future.
And men walk in the shadows
In fear of past thunderstorms.
Men talk only to the shadows.
For two decades of shunned passions do have their effect.
Maybe fate cannot be fought against, only accepted.
So men have accepted their truths
That they will always remain strangers in the eyes of another.
For strangers deserve nothing but hate and rejection
And strangers they shall remain till the end of time
NOTE FORM THE AUTHOR:
This poem is dedicated to all those who feel like they don't belong. All those rejected by the people they care about most honestly and deeply. Keep being the best version of yourself and don't let the world ruin that for you.