Poetry

November 13, 2015 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Vivian Belford

 

 

FATE AND FIGHT

 

 

Don’t ask me why he sits unmoved

Don’t ask me why he wears a frown

Don’t ask me why he aged so fast

His fate, his fight

 

Don’t ask me why she lost her faith

Don’t ask me why she stands alone

Don’t ask me why she cries most nights

Her fate, her fight

 

Don’t ask me why they seldom dance

Don’t ask me why they close their doors

Don’t ask me why they bear a grudge

Their fate, their fight

 

Don’t ask me to watch and pray

Don’t ask me to chant a praise

Don’t ask me to make believe

My fate, my fight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                         HER MOTHER’S WORDS

 

 

                                     This eager to be somebody’s girl

                Has made this face once smooth as lard now rough as sand

And each night, his steel, stretched and stiff pounds away at her silk, rigid and dry

                      She silently found her hope in her mother’s words

                                     “No matter how long the night is,

                                    It will always loose to the morning

                                  For darkness does not last forever”

 

                                     This eager to be somebody’s girl

                     Has made this heart once warm as pie now cold as ice

And each night, his voice, strong and vile yaps away at her drums near

                                                   deaf and beat

                      She silently found her hope in her mother’s words

                                    “No matter how long the night is,

                                   It will always loose to the morning

                                  For darkness does not last forever”

 

                                 This eager to be somebody’s girl has made

                         This dreams once filled with life now dead as grave

And each night, his punch swift and sure jabs away at her frame, raw and sore

                        She silently found her hope in her mother’s words

                                         “No matter how long the night is,

                                        It will always loose to the morning

                                       For darkness does not last forever”

 

                                This eager to be somebody’s girl has made

                      This lady once young and buoyant, now old and brittle

And this night, his darkness thick and black shadowed her mind livid and muddled

                               She found no hope in her mother’s words

                                     Yes! Her night was long, so long……..

                                       No! It didn’t lose to the morning,

 

                              ….for her body and will, gave up the ghost

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vivian Belford

Vivian Belford is a freelance writer by day and an aspiring actor by night. She started writing professionally in 2013. She easily gets bored hence a sucker for adventures.

She takes it upon herself to write with respect as “words have no say in how they are used.” She is currently on a quest to live and die with a smile, after all, the world is one big comedy.

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