by Bello Ariyo
I found my lost discovered my search My feelings I build from scratch. Like the parable of the sower My feelings scattered all over But still I am not sober 'cause it's a House built out of memories Rooms filled with futures. It's the language of self But an expression of me Words with placed position Accurate how it heals. My feeling is one of the two parts of me Both knowing the truth; both having time. Small steps, footprints to follow hand in hand we shine till tomorrow. We cry but no tears in sight / A cry in the dark you don't know what it means My Feelings listen in silence I think. I think a lot But I feel more.