The Delicacy


Someday the sun doesn’t shine

Neither does the expected rain
A time you sit in pain
With no chance to wail

A time the drums don’t roll
A stringless guitar is all you got
Accompanying the melodies of the voiceless
And ululations of celebration

Your expectations come to expiration
Your inspirations to desperation,
Your aspiration to disinclination
In a separation with all the preparations

With the emptiness in abundance
Banging thuds of silence
Excessive loneliness presence
As you enjoy the freezing warmth
Of a still throbbing heart

In patience sit
And enjoy the delicacy
Of a warm can of worms
Without a dare to share
With those who for you
Minutes never spare
But still, want your generosity

Enjoy every single bite.


About Author

I am a very open-minded, passionate and rational. Strong willed would describe how I face life. My firm stands on what I believe in are often confused for being opinionated. I speak the truth, regardless cost and to whom it is due. My spirit is in each article. I share from deep within. Based on my experiences and those of my friends. This is my rant.

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