Totally drained is how I feel:
When your words ride over mine
And our thoughts do not align
When your voice drowns under mine
And our voices become hoarse
From screaming silent expletives
In vain: we became deaf to each other.
It takes so much away from me:
This madness that we practice
When, though present, we are absent
Though feeling but uncaring
Each one looks out for himself
Forgets about the other’s existence
And lives only for their own pleasure.
So let us make a pact, you and I:
To seek only the other’s good
And listen far more than we speak
Weather the storm of raw emotions
And put afore our true convictions
Regardless what is our condition
To bring out the best of each other
Toyin Taiwo, July 2020
Chronicles of a Journeyman 