HOLD MY HANDS
Cling to me.
If you can...like a child
to a mother
If you can...like fish to
the water
If you can...like a rat to
a gum-glue
If you can...like hope to
tomorrow
If you can...like dirt to
white cloth
If you can...like hair to
the skin
If you can...like metal to
magnet
However that you
can...just connect
I am here.
My hand is outstretched
You are down
You desire my
understanding
It pulls me from where am
standing
I am not complete.
Love still exist
It takes two to tango
I never left...where will
I go?
Its outstretched...take it
please
We drifted apart
We fell apart
I knew what I lacked
But I never left...where
will I go
What of the promises made
to?
I stood.
Months in, years out; I
cried
I stood
I mourned your lose
I didn’t accept such
divorce
I hurt, I cursed
But I stood
It was about what we
shared
Faith being my bread
I was well fed
I said I will be here
In case you come back
I said I will be there
In case you turned around.
I heard you had it all so
good.
I was happy for you.
Saw you on T.V.
Mega celebrity
The little boy all faded
to a full grown
Handsome and all known.
Your pictures all over my
room
I gazed always like kids
to moon.
Then I heard you are sick
DRUGS!!!
Rehabilitation couldn’t
help
Your pictures are no
longer yourself
Friends all gone
The woes have just began
“If its Victoria, she will
not walk”.
Someone said you said that
But it’s larger than world
map
… your pride
You will never call me
You will never call me
You will die than take
that slap.
But for you...I will do
anything.
I know you...
You are many beautiful things
So here I am...hands
outstretched
You are down
You desire my
understanding
Looking at you as you look
at me
It pulls me from where am
standing
We are both not complete.
Love still exist
It takes two to tango
Its outstretched...take it
please
Hold my hand
Isioma Goodluck Esemene
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