Miss

I

miss

you

too

;

I’ll never tell you that

Somethings

 

It’s fascinating how somethings

have the capability to

mean

so much

whilst

meaning

nothing at all.

 

© Hudson Biko

Nothings

A

day

descends

into

a

summation

of

nothings

;

calling it unproductivity.

Devastation

You could feel the anticipation

simmering in a pot of

silence.

 

Each glance

convinced by their

own conviction

 

Each glance

transfixed on their actions,

each heavy with expectation

 

Expectations

that were eventually

unfulfilled.

 

Leaving me,

applauding,

as my young heart

was slowly shattered,

scattered

then

left in own tatters

to rebuild itself.

 

The fractions

of consolation

and compassion

inconsequential

as anticipation simultaneously

morphed into a combination

of aggravation

and desolation.

 

Because my young heart

didn’t simmer in anticipation

and expectation,

it was suffocated by it

 

©

via Daily Prompt: Devastation

Redefined

Wil Stewart.jpg

Redefined trajectories

are

facets

of

a/the

greater

trajectory.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Wil Stewart