The tears do not subside on either side…
This tight space closes in ever so slowly, breaking us apart and furthering the distance between us. You are far yet your breath is closer than the hairs on my legs. Like the slamming of a drum at the start of each day, so are my emotions when you steer with a firm grip from one place to another with no thought of stopping. We endure through the harshest of times and see everything till the end, but each time you make seem like it was all just a test; love it or hate it such things must be done but even the moon has a time to shine.
You come across several different faces, each bearing a thousand and one personas. Confused you stumble against one, alarming the rest but dash aside the thought of having a better half and forget we are not all the same.
Simply put we are trapped in toxic spaces.
©️ Roderick Lukenge
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