Poetry

AND MELANCHOLY MADE US ONE By Tenney Balogun

Written by Editor

I see the blood,
forming a repulsive graffiti on the floors.
I hear the gunshots,
ringing in the air
producing a melancholic melody.
I listen to the screams,
going in rhythm with the triggered bullets.
I see the pain in their eyes,
as a reflection of me.
We became one in this anguish,
the pain makes us a replica of one another.
If only it was the opposite.
Hope comes as a whisper,
one I can barely hear.
The agony sounding deeper,
that my eardrums bleed.
Everyone patiently waiting to see,
where the story leads.
as it writes itself with it’s bloody ink…
Our blood, an ink.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.