POEM: ATTAINED NOTHINGNESS (PT 2)

ATTAINED NOTHINGNESS

(I Feel Like This)

I feel like this

Somewhat not always

Yet the appearances are with colored stripes

For the best times the stripes are accepted

I feel like this,

Analytically the peach stripe would fit us both

Lovely is the warmth blue stripes

Still I wait wishful of only a moment again

I feel like this,

The greenness of the next proposal

Furnished only for the best in purple regalia

I can't wait for the endured torment to end,

Waste becomes me not

I feel like this,

Red stripes are never entwined purposefully,

The stripes just appears & must be taken off,

Thick and reddish, penetration of only machines

Wiped off excitedly in entirety,

Yet in glee the black dark underground envelopes’ also

I feel like this,

Darkened the black atmosphere clouds it all

The scene light quick to fade?

Illumination and emergence of light,

Its incomprehensive, light dominates

I feel like this,

Days when play of pink and purple do not cease,

Exquisite and classy, in all glamour,

Unique genders that is inseparable

Wonder how it so short a season memorable

I still feel like this,

Scathing elements of the rainbow colors,

World characterizes the rainbow,

Smiley yellow sun,

Bleak grey dewy weather,

Brown snowflakes brings natural freshness,

I feel like this,

Wisdom is profitable to direct,

The smiles of being in place,

Ignorance to better purpose and bliss,

A taste to last for entirety for greater erect,

I feel like this,

Gold becomes finer for its glory,

Likewise for me as works becomes ease

Continuity as the ants’ steadiness,

Then,

For all its worth

It attained more than nothingness

By Cara Faith Omeh

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