THE LIVING DEAD

Forlorn faces

Painful traces

Shows the strain

Of years of pain

Etched in wrinkles

Body shriveled

Eyes blankly dead

Toiling for seeds

Take a seat

For Life is a beat

Youthful joy of living

Pleasure of feeling

Playground pain

Forgotten in the strain

Slaving in the bustle

Of a city life hustle

Rushing to make a living

But never enough savings

Buried under the bills

Struggling with the tills

Just another zombie

Scurrying for the bloodline

Memories long sheltered

Recluse of a mind shattered

Echoes of a child‘s laughter

Cause for a sudden falter

If only life could be paused

Back to when the heart pulsed

The moment of childhood wonder

So far away it echoes a shudder

Reliving ambitions and expectations

Youthful energy bursting with expressions

Eager to make the world an oyster

But now slave to the blood suckers

Laughter has lost its meaning

Pain is no longer a feeling

Another Zombie in the waiting

Push and shove to join the tube

Tis the era of the living dead

Giving blood for the bills

And now life is still

No pain, no joy, no feeling

Just the living dead earthlings

Scurrying for the Zombie lines!!!

BY © YEMISI ILESANMI, 29 FEBRUARY, 2012

No longer a friend!

Once upon a time

In another clime

I could call you a friend

Together we chart the trends

We built castles with stars

In laughter and in tears

Pain and pleasure we shared

Two but as one we paired

Because you were my friend

But now you are a fiend!

What happened to our bond?

No longer by friendship bound?

No more secrets and trust to share

Friendship shield lost to snares

My pain is no longer your pain

My joy now cause for your strain

Life is a travesty

Growing up our tragedy

Achievements in reverse

A reason for a big divide

Life dealing cards

Without regards

Another friend in the deck

Forever lost to life’s cards!

Tis hard saying goodbye in the storm

To friendship in its purest form

It is now time for adult “friends”

Where power determines the fiends

The higher I fly the more friends I have

Sink lower and the friends are halved

With every sinking hole they fled

Until there is no one to call a friend

True friendship is now a luxury

Almost out of reach like Mercury

Echoes of a distance past in childhood

Sacrificed on the harsh realities of adulthood

Be my friend for what is worth

Just be true no matter what!

BY © YEMISI ILESANMI 21 FEBRUARY 2012