sing me a song

that no one

knows how to

sing, that music

that no one sings as

good as you do

those lyrics that

writes good the

wrongs painted on

the wings of time

days gone by

as i sit to have my meal

i go through the lines of those songs

that we sat sat to write

those songs we both sat to sing

that song we sang on

that colourful eve of christmas

just after my birthday

those songs were damp

they sent hot tears down your

shoulders and my cheek

the tears in those songs that

pierced through your eyes

and

broke your heart

a song that has no dance

but a song that

has a pityful tune

the lame dance that suits our

song is not rosy and

sends my falenges

tapping on bulky files

and nodding to the beat

each time i try to take

a few steps with the beat

i fall along the beating of the song

and stop at times to clean my fall

my heart yearns to hear those songs

those songs that my heart knows best

that song that picks and patches a torn heart

a heart taunted by the ill feelings

of a twisted faith

the faith and hope

of a heart that misses your

presence

just like KRISTINE

you are all elusive

and never know if i would see you again

cus am just a poor poet

who knows nothing more

than just to write off his sorrows

with only the costly tool he has

my soul has cast away sleep

and knows nothing than just to

get locked in the darkrooms

of thoughtful thinkings

with a head that burns with greif

pains and passions of

a world that wallows in shadows

tales and stories told

by idiots

those who fear

the soul of nothing that exists

the existence of a mindless world

until you sing that song

i will keep keeping awake

and my eyes shall never know sleep

they shall

keep itching and  my ears

never knowing sleep

till those songs play again

until that DAY

when i hear those songs

AGAIN

I'LL KEEP MISSING YOU

                                             by: Terror

                                                             ugwuoju henry anthony chidi