THE HUNTER
There is no better hunter than Empty Heart.
Like the ocean tides, it washes all footprints on the sandy shore.
Leaning on every vacant shoulder in sight, at times, it falls victim of deliberate vacancy.
Lost in the wild, seeking the kind of love between fish and water;
Empty Heart wanders in solitude.
Alas! Hypocrisy no longer kill slaves, it became their function;
Curses no longer harm thieves, it used to haunt them;
Betrayal is a component of contemporary friendship
And the streets man used to walk is no longer the same.
Thus, will Empty Earth ever have a true catch?
The days have changed, even things we touch ain't real any longer.
Humanity seemingly exhausted the object that Empty Heart seeks.
Will the hunt ever yield?
Yes, Empty Heart will soon find an empty heart to fill the empty space.
©Dauda Onawola
@ay_dauda @d.phinix
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