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Jars of scars

A round of applause for my skin
That tells of places that I’ve been
The pinching pains witnessed and seen
As an adult and as a teen
Battles I won and didn’t win
Are fulcra of my flapping wings
I’ve been battered by troubled seas
Lost my feathers and lost my fins
Scratched by tiggers, smoked by kilns
Picking stains that can’t be cleaned
I’ve lost my nails in quaking scenes
Under the bridge is where I’ve been…
I’m a board of bruise and blisters
Gotten from sharks and accipiters
I’ve swam in the deadliest waters
Precluding weights on my shoulders
Shedding sweats and making blunders
I’ve bled on all stones and flowers
Even on same spots and corners
That gave me scars I remember
Round of applause for the monster
Who happens to be a painter,
I see him now as a teacher
And judge him not by his cover…
Lessons I learned from all my scars
Are never the same in my jar
Not even an exploding maar
Or scars firm as harmattan cheddar
Wider than oceans or dark as tars
Can stop me from loving these scars
Outward or within, low or high
On the verge of life’s draining bars
I don’t care if a trocar
Comes plucking off all I garnered;
A life lived without scars and chars
Is like being a stringless guitar.
© 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Lost in void

Stay focus no matter what
Posterity is a needle eye
Only the right and just
Would eventually pass through,
No matter the circumstances
Wrong is wrong and it is
As big as an elephant…
But, how can I stay on course
When an impeccable carnage
Of distraction keeps hovering
With a million booby traps
Over me from page to page,
Hunting my mental health and
Making me a caricature while
An Elephant passes through
The tiny eye of a needle.
The masquerades no longer dance
To tones in the market square
But to the vibrations of money;
No wonder my soul left my flesh
Distancing itself from my falls…
And the shames of the cruel worms
In my stomach drumming and
Releasing hits songs back to back…
How can I stay on course
Paddling in a troubled sea
Misled by credible wind of sail
And a devoted broken compass,
Into a world of negative trends
Where every wrong is praised
And right is stoned to death
Or possibly aborted before birth…
How can I! When I am startled
In the dark, by my own shadow,
And a voice within me that echoes
My failures every break of dawn.
© 2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Existing in a movie

Staying a bit longer, to me is no more
Since sands turned to bloods on the floor
Somebody, anybody come save me
Save me from the collapsing hill
Sadly, every single dream I had is dead
Several years gone, yet suspense refused to end
Save me from a timeframe so unreal
Scan me to find tears filled to the brim
She is dying yet they see muse and thrills
Seamless are the pieces around her fallen tree
Silly politicians enjoy the role they play
Squandering the sands of her broken clay
Stupidly, they all seem to know no shame
Somebody ought to feel concerned of her dying name
She is Nigeria, drowning across all ages
Surprisingly, she doubts if she can be saved
Since snakes swallowed elephant in her script
Seriously, I wait to hear the director outside the script,
Screaming “cut!!!” in my lifetime otherwise,
Something in me will regret wasteful cries
Soiling the soil and suffering as a fictional character…..
Swimming in false hope she will get better.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Collapsed heart
I followed flying butterflies as I craved
But they landed me deep into a grave
I bled right on the floor not just the pain that I was raped
Neither was it the bruise, the size or the shape…
But seeing the many beautiful promises
Fly away as flames from burnt fuses,
I once had confidence right on the stage
But Cameras of love replaced my image
Making me a coward dwelling all alone
Without a home, heart, name, number and a phone.
©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Nigeria: Northeast Terrorists
You have a lot to answer
For rampage of another
Forcing kids to wear the kits
Of rapes, kidnaps and the slits.
Coldblooded!! because you can…
No one man, has a lifespan
To forever breath on earth,
Conscience ought to be the girth
Holding firm the human race
But you’ve chosen to misplace
Priority for your gain
Like you are some hurricane
Destroying anything you touch,
Those that survive use a crutch….
What do you gain taking turns
When watched kettle never boils?
©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Gone tomorrow
I searched for scattered romantic petals
But got my heart scattered in pieces
Fair exchange is no robbery
But I got nothing for such love story
So, let the tears falling down through my chin
Erode me like flood, and get me a fin
To swim throughly through my demise
And if it is sight, let it freeze my eyes
I have been brused nothing can be worse
Than daily taking a turn for the worse…
So tonight while I cry like a baby
Don’t ever think there is a maybe
Of me swallowing my very vomits
Or me repeating same crimes I commit
Though it is, water under the bridge
To always forget, I will burn bridges
Tomorrow deserve none of these
But I need not another froggy kiss.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Heights of injustice
Oh there goes the monster
Quaking within sputters
Present in every home
Destroying flesh and bones
Thrusting between the legs
Of fears and tears that beg
He-Goat or man of steel
Scars and deep wound he drills
Dark shadow coats his mind
With evil, if he had-
his way, sun he will melt
Cruising ill gotten wealth
While his victims are jailed
In pains, never to bail
He walks free in the streets
No remorse, no regrets.
©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
I need this cry
My shadow grows short,
While I face the sun,
Enthusiasm,
I lost to my past
Now exist in clouds
Gathering the rains…
Million tears to pour
I was once alive
So active and fun
But not anymore
Ever since I lost
Other part of me
I now float on seas,
Made of tears I cried,
And all parts of me,
Now follows the wind
I truly need help
Do not waste your time
My sorrowful mood
Is so infectious
So just let me be
A thick dark black smoke
Soaring to the clouds
And falling as rains.