In this
Era of endless dopamine bliss,
Where purpose starves,
For pleasure’s fleeting sake.
The fool’s
Conquest, a glittering vain.
Moments untouched by soulful plea.
A fleeting touch, a hollow gleam,
...echoes haunt where once was dream.
He struts
And preens, a peacock in the dust,
Believing power blooms from lust.
A few
Swipes and textspeak,
Thighs yield to a digital caress.
No long siege to wage, no whispered
Vows upon a moonlit page.
...flesh surrenders to a shallow light.
Stories often
Told of lavish gifts,
Of pixel’s impulse to buy
A moment that scrawls away.
Each stolen
Moment, a fleeting embrace,
Defying time, defiling grace.
Yet with each breathless thrill,
The soul faint and hurled as
...vital essence squandered, on barren fields.
As silence
Falls on the descending years,
On hollow echoes, and unshed tears.
Deep within, a whisper calls,
A silent
Scream, a weary gaze,
As echoes of truth sting at
Years dissolved in passion’s haze.
A tale
Of fractured fortunes,
Sealed within a short-stay room.
A man of substance, seeking fleeting grace,
...entangled in a shadow, cold and grim.
Like Ataga
Before, a price unseen,
A lifeblood drained, as
Pleasure claimed its due
...on Chidinma' bangled stride.
*-Amami H.*
Government College, Iyanapaja
April 26, 2025
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