People of God, good afternoon. I have been absent for a while now, and for this, I am sorry. I can’t make promises because I will most likely break them but I will say that whenever I am free (which will most likely be weekends), I will try my best to entertain you whichever way I can.
Today, I am posting a poem. You must be wondering where Gloss 1 is. It is in redor.wordpress.com which is owned by @VegaPunk (formerly @Paetir) and was written by @Blaqnyght who has permitted me to post this on my blog even though he did not send me message to write part 2 for him. My wahala is much. I know. I was just so inspired by Gloss 1 that I did not rest till I wrote Gloss 2. I hope I have not demeaned the original and that it meets even if only half of Blaqnyght’s. I don’t know how to insert links so I am sorry but you all will manually have to go to Redor to look for it.
Try to read the part 1 too and tell me if it fits/follows. Thanks.
I talk too much abi? This talkativeness is what put me in trouble some hours ago. I just don’t learn, do I?
The Curse of Memories (Gloss 2)
As a paint brush on a wall
As a train on its tracks
Up and down you travel
along familiar terrain
Trekking the routes over and over
in your downcast mind.
Covering the tracks with more grease
Coating the walls with more gloss.
Why seek to forget?
To erase what has been
and replace with what you wish?
You seek to forget because you are weak.
A child of dust
and feeble as frail.
Remember, but do not fear.
For to fear is to fight
and to fight is to be bound
and to be bound is sure death.
So be calm.
Even when you see the butcher’s knife
even as you feel the surgeon’s clamp.
For at the end, you too will become only a memory
That may get glossier, but will fade eventually into nothingness.
For all is vain, all is naught.
Leave it all, all is dust.
I know I am supposed to write something witty/cool in this space but nothing comes to mind now. I know I will remember after posting. 😦