EXITERS - BY Adewumi Olumide Benedict



Even when this night closes its gate,
Some minds sneak out,
In search of hearts that were but now aren't. 
At the end, when morning comes
Their eyes become so blurry
That they fail to see those hearts
That come with the morning.

They get lost chasing shadows
Shadows that only appear to disappear,
Who repair minds with spear
Drowning them with frowns

Listen to your smile
Listen to your laughter
Not your tears, 
Not your pain
Not the many things
That end again. 
Listen to the night, 
Listen it's the end
When morning comes
Shine those eyes
And find that self lost in another
That will one day be yours.

© Mide Benedict

  

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