My Bleeding Heart

Written by Fola Oriowo

How much longer shall My heart reek—

Before life reckons?

How much further shall my silence speak—

Before my love beckons?

How much more must My heart bleed?

By congealed hours or bloody seconds?

Your departure's arrival was like playing in the rain

I knew I was going to catch a cold

I knew my Driver's Ed mirage wouldn't reign

But, has the medley of missing-you vibes formed so strong a mold—

That my late entry simply doesn't hold?

Is that what this is about?

My late period has cast over me doubt?

Is that why my spurting doesn't count?

Because everyone already bled in bytes—

My crimson Tera has lost its rights?

*Ogbeni, My heart bleeds!

She bleeds pain life cannot clothe

On bended knees, she pleads

No more can she remain afloat

No more can she hold her note

On bended knees, she kneels

On bended knees she concedes

For what is My heart without my heart?

Although, my heart seems all but dishearted

My heart shall not lose heart

His heart requires My heart

It shall not lose the love He birthed

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My Notes:

A very special thanks to Sir Fola for the honor of curating this gorgeous poem on DARYA. In your enjoyment of it, I hope you see the beauty of his words and the richness of the raw honesty that it captures.

*Ogbeni: A word which means 'Mister' in the Yoruba Language. It is used in this context for emphasis on the emotions being expressed by the Writer.