I know a man who’s an island
I’m floating right here
In an empty sea of frost bitten darkness
Never touched
A black hole
Sucking in space
Destroying stars around me
What’s the theory of relativity
When boomerangs don’t come back?
I’d love to play catch
But people can’t throw
Or no one wants to throw to me
Or catch
Feelings are the devil
Never understood
They swirl in a caldron of pain
That is my entity
Paint me a picture
Write me a symphony
They all come out the same
Lame
Say you understand
But we could never feel the same
Probably because I’m insane
Writing/Writhing in pain
With no one to blame
If you could feel me
I probably wouldn’t like that
I’m Mona Lisa
Not smiling
On the Louvre wall
Don’t touch of the art!
We long to capture the beauty
To be the admirer, painter and subject
All at once
Would be divine
Running through and out of
Space and time
Everything is sublime
Except me
Wherefore art thou Juliet?
I long for the day we met
And lay in serene serendipity
Living forever
Neither swallowing poison
Nor feuding
Musings from my muse
Would be salvation
As Salvator Mundi
Through excavation
I finally see
Me
By Thomas Agbonyitor
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