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People Don't Know People

I’m feeling all alone here, no one will ever know why

I’m sitting on the down stair saying my last goodbye

I’ll walk out of the front door never to return

I close my eyes and lift my head as my last mouthful burns.

 

People don’t know people; they never want to know,

People don’t know people; they just don’t want to grow.

So I look into the world I knew and finally let go,

Of all the hate, of the pain, I never want to show.

 

Up the stairs and through the door, the wind is howling now

I stand there for a minute, before my ending bow.

They run around without a care, as if they’d even know.

The pain I feel inside me now will only ever grow.

 

People don’t know people, why would they even care,

People don’t know people, as if they’d even spare,

One thought for you up on that roof, before you make that leap,

One thought for you before your end, your eternal sleep.  

 

As I take the final step, towards my fateful end

I know that people will not see the girl who was a friend.

A friend to those who knew her well, although it wasn’t enough,

To stop her hate from ranging on, from all the other stuff.

 

So here she stands up in the sky, ready for the fall.

 

So here it is her last goodbye, she’s ready for it all. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

one of my first poems about my actual feelings, rather than events in my life. 

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stressed and distressed

silent screams and suicidal pleas.
distressed and stressed,
he says she couldn't care less.
"love me, you don't",
do anything... he says, "she won't."
her sanity is peeling,
she's getting tired of dealing,
again and again.
she wants to give up,
and he's lost all trust.
she's trying to be,
and trying to succeed,
but all she's doing,
is the devilish deed.

Plea from the Sea

N' in this place of mystery,
confusing as can be.
I climbed atop the apple tree,
n' seen as far the eye can see.
Alas I saw the sea,
n' plead toward me,
to be set free,
its misery.

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Nobody Loves Me

Ugonna Wachuku  

  

 

I live on a misty mountain top
in the heart of Uturu. On this
mountain, I walk with eagles.
My house is built of natural
stone. Streams water my
surroundings with refreshing,
live-giving scent from nature.  

 

I am in tune with nature.
I am a child of nature.
Nature knows me; and I know
nature within the depths of
my being. 

 

My hope in life does not
wane because daily, I breath
healing freshness from nature
and my mountain top environment.

 

I drink from springs on the
mountain. Each night, when I
bend down to drink, moonbeams
caress my longing back.

 

Nobody knows me; not even
my name; not even where
I come from. Could I have
been forgotten in the still
smallness of life? Could I
have lost that unchanging
love promised?

 

Each dusk, I stare down the
valley wondering if life has
anyone like me down there.
I wonder at my home and at
nature in all of its beauty.
I wonder at my beginning.

 

I rest with the hope of
finding a companion. But
nobody comes. Nobody calls.
Nothing leaves. Nothing comes.
Yet, I stay on this mountain top.

 

Suddenly, I wake up sweating like
a christmas goat: I have been
dreaming. Then, I realize that it's
real. My heartbeat panders to the
rhythm of a bird's voice. I listen
carefully. This reality comes into
me. I look out of my stone house
window:

 

The bird's green trees and lush
landscapes have been burnt by
fires of human strife and loveless
destruction across the valley below.
Tear drops fill my sunken eyes.

 

"Nobody loves me, nobody loves me;
including you" the bird sings on
my mountain spring while I watch
from my weary window on the
mountain top. The bird's tears
mingle with my natural spring
on the mountain.  

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A bird laments humanity's destruction of its environment ... 

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Make Me Whole

Ugonna Wachuku

 

The day drags on slowly.
But there are gardens and
flowers to be planted.

 

There are seeds to be
sown for the harvest.
There are shadows and
dreams to be seen.

 

There are tears to be
shed; and smiles to be
given on the threshold
of a new beginning.

 

In my soul;
in the deeper me;
far from the world
and heart that you
know in me, lies that
yawning yearning to
live; to drink from
your life-giving well.

 

With tears and pleas;
with a broken heart and
shattered dreams, I state
my pain. I shed tears.

 

I share my dreams
with you; my longings.
I bring my broken pieces
to you; the Potter's
Hands.

 

When, at last, I find
my narrow way to that
eternal abode of your
loving grace, I will
fall flat; and my only
plea will be that you
make me whole. 

 

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Hold the Night

Ugonna Wachuku

 

Hold the night. Hold my love.

Hold my dreams for mankind.

 

Hold my fears tonight. Keep

the fleeing night. Keep my

care.

 

See my mood. Hold the night,

beautiful one. Please, hold

the fleeting night.

 

Don't let this night walk

away in the dark. Hold the

night.

 

Hold my dreams for

all humankind and our dying

environment. Hold the night,

beautiful one.

 

Cape of Good Hope darling,

let it be the night of a

bountiful new dawn for you

and for me, for everyone

across the planet, for our

bleeding beautiful blue earth.

 

Hold the night, I beg of you.

Tell me you will hold the night

till dawn.

 

Please, tell me you will

hold this love of mine till

the night sings of a refreshing,

healing, new morning for humankind.

 

Please, Cape of Good Nomathemba

darling, hold my uplifting care

till the fleeing night smiles

into heaven's blessed morning.  

 

Just hold the night!

Hold this night!  

 

Please, hold the night,

Cape of Good Hope lady!

The night of the

spirit's deep.

 

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