"The Dark Streets" by Mujuni Edgar

"The Dark Streets" by Mujuni Edgar

Tip-tap I walk down

in a path that once flourished with life,

hope, happiness, and oneness.

In two, with both of us blinded

by our own fairytale whispers.

A bauble was born

to fill each other's spaces

and with our souls washed with assurance

and zero impossibility,

of ignored insecurity.

All flourished like weeds in the wild.

As the lights that were once flecking out

became brighter with the growing rhythm.

At each other's chest pumps that increase frequency,

at each other's presence.

Under the bright light, a hand is held,

and a sensational stare is on the faces of two.

Walking down the street,

at this point, many stare with admiration,

And from a distance, they say:

"Awwwww...

I wish I was more like them."

And a dry whisper is let loose,

for it has the eyes of the road ahead.

"Be careful, don't lose yourself,

for the time may be wasted and never compensated."

But all is embraced with the power of time,

and reality is left on hold,

It may seem like jumping off a cliff

and landing on feathers in a huge basket.

In the mist, to find happiness,

speeches like these are usually held,

in fear not spoiling the moment

that fate has put together.

But beautiful as it may seem,

it comes with a price to pay.

A wind later sweeps the streets,

and what was later bright becomes dim.

And the hands are left loose,

as it gets darker,

a storm washes the earth,

pouring its tears down.

One is left standing alone under this rain.

"Please understand me, I want to be alone.

I can't do this anymore."

And what was a basket of feathers,

becomes the hard ground,

and reality unveils its truth.

By Mujuni Edgar