Noisy Memory

Paul and Peter couldn't resist the frustration of calling Mama who stays very far from the city, precisely she lives in the village...

They couldn't fathom the depth of my grief, all they could do is to stay with me and those moments the tears in my eyes didn't fail to put me into a stark shame, I guess they lost control of their control system...

Richard, take it easy with yourself, everything will be fine, she is coming back, be strong!—They retorted!

All their efforts to calm me down resulted in futility...

Mama's phone kept ringing and tears kept gushing, gushing from my eyes like a river that has lost its base

On several occasions, I had tried twirling my body to a sweet melody, maybe it could be a swift remedy to my heart gallery

The most painful thing is, she left me with no trace, slammed and squashed me into a thousand pieces

Together, we planned to build an empire, it's quite unfortunate she ended as a vampire, eating my heart alive...

Now, I am snowballing in grief fenced by pain

Friends have severally charged me with a chorus statement “Move on Man”

On this matter, my virility as a man had found itself floundering for survival under the arms of slippery pain

I remember Israel, who painstakingly wrote a poem titled “this thing called Love”

In the beginning, it was a rainbow I saw, splashing beautiful linings in her eyes and they were captivating for the eyes to behold...

I wish I had known, it was a sham rainbow, inviting me to have a bite of heartbreak

“In most cases, the beginning of love is what we know, no one can confidently tell of its ending”

Paul told me of her upcoming wedding and it felt like a steamed dagger piercing my heart...

I felt like renting a gun to ensure she has a permanent residence in the underworld...

Sometimes I felt like cutting her neck from her head...

The memory she left is gradually twisting my mind into becoming a beast…

I wish my heart she squashed into a thousand pieces could be stitched under the ministry of a needle and a thread...

She left me to tears and took away my smile...

She brought me into the game and took away the manuals

She left me with noisy memory…

Now I am like a train with no brake, where it's ending, is anybody's guess...

Like a kite clamoring for help under the heavy toss of the angry wind

It's a noisy memory, far from being a sweet cozy one.

It's more than a wave, it's like thunder striking the feeble surface of my heart…

Ta ta ta ta, like the sporadic sound of a gunshot; she is an automatic bullet let out of its confine to squash me into pieces...

A face I wished I never met

She fell on me like rain and left me panting under the ministry of cold...

She is a fancy noisy memory

Maybe when I'm healed, I could garner the strength to forgive you for my grief...

A fine flower laced with poison

Until then, you remain unforgivable...

Noisy Memory!