EMOTIONAL IMMUNITY
My fragile heart was hit hard
At a time when war had fled,
When all colors go unchecked except red;
Through my eyes I bled
So the world may hear the words unsaid.
The interior collapsed yet to be rebuilt;
Call on the mason so shrewd
To build the core and crust of a diamond tower
From crystal crumbs of my heart,
Careful! That may be all I've got left.
The why and wherefore I shall cast,
Not in my veins will the ache last.
Such is my way, my heart-craft;
For I was yielded by the blast!
In the wrong vicinity thou have landed,
Thine act shall hurt but never get me grounded.
©Dauda Onawola
My fragile heart was hit hard
At a time when war had fled,
When all colors go unchecked except red;
Through my eyes I bled
So the world may hear the words unsaid.
The interior collapsed yet to be rebuilt;
Call on the mason so shrewd
To build the core and crust of a diamond tower
From crystal crumbs of my heart,
Careful! That may be all I've got left.
The why and wherefore I shall cast,
Not in my veins will the ache last.
Such is my way, my heart-craft;
For I was yielded by the blast!
In the wrong vicinity thou have landed,
Thine act shall hurt but never get me grounded.
©Dauda Onawola
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