DOOR IN THE DARK

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“Rivers have dried since I last wrote a piece

cause somehow my lyrics have become stranger things

A series of distraught feelings amiss.

I miss the flow of words charting a course of its own

I miss the numbing thrills pulsating at my finger tips

I miss the emotion ripping the seams of logical reasoning

where every tap on the screen was a punch from within

battling it out in the ring of creativity

I miss the sweet kisses at night,

Lips that tasted of imagination raw, I drank to stupor

I miss the sweet kisses at night,

From poetry, my second love”

– Ibekwe Uzoma (G.M.L)

Hi guys! It’s been too long a while. Welcome once again to Mind Travel, a personal blog where you get to explore the intricacies of my thoughts as I pour out my opinions on wide-ranging topics from domestic violence to happiness, all in poetic form. No topic under the sun is left out! So, if you’re a lover of poetry, this is the blog for you.
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Domestic Violence

The evil you see should be left at sea

Pains raw and real burned within my young heart
As my father taught my mother how to be
The hatred for the man I once cherished and loved
Swelled like the waves with each lesson on marriage
The desire to break, crush and destroy his joy, crashed on the shores of my sanity
So I struck! Eyes blazing, heart heavy, fists ready
Fighting my father, fighting myself, fighting the cycle I could not comprehend
Drawing his blood, drawing my blood, despising the DNA that ran in my veins
With my broken mother weeping in my blood stained embrace,
I vow I would never be like the man I once loved.

A decade later, at 26, my young bride knocked on my limits
The first strike was an accident, my anger oversped and my brakes failed
With remorse, I swore to heaven and earth it would never repeat itself.
The second time was a mistake.
With expensive gifts, I sought to erase the stains in my marriage
The third time was a lesson
How dare she push me to be the monster in my memories?!
To be the man I swore i’d never become??!
I love her so much it hurts every time I have to correct her faults
My marriage has to be perfect! It has to be!
Then wedding ring turned to wrestling ring
Making love to her in the dark clouds of my anger and twisted love
As the lips of my knuckles kiss her cheeks
Caressing her body in light strokes with my talented fingers
Loving her fierce and hard,
Each thrust, a punch till I reach my peak
And spill blood from her heart, mind , body and soul
I shred her emotions, will, sanity and flesh
A leech!
Feeding off her strengths, her joy, her career, her love
But I have to be the perfect husband, so she must not work!
I’ll provide for her, so she must not leave the house!
I’ll keep her safe, so she must have no friends!
I love her so much that she must be perfect,
I must be perfect,
MY MARRIAGE MUST BE PERFECT!!
And gradually I became the man in my nightmares
The spitting image of the father I once cherished and loved
And with sadness, I witness the cycle continue unbroken and strong
As my young son grows up despising my person, desiring to be perfect.