Metanoia

Metanoia
Damian Semwayo

A story of loss and pain, emotions so consequential.
Paint a picture so vivid,
In words that flow like magic, with depth so explicit.

He lost his soul too soon, on that fateful day,
When the doves flew away with the twigs in dismay.
Leaving behind a brother, who needed him the most,
And with him, a grip on life, that slowly faded like a ghost.

His heart felt frosty, his mind turned dark and toast,
As he struggled through his teenage hood, plagued by hormones that boast.
Of love and passion, of desire that burns and yearns,
A longing for something that he couldn’t quite discern.

Money, they say, is the root of all evil,
But does the problem lie in the materialistic veil?
Or is it deeper, darker, much harder to unveil?
The demons within, that make us impulsive and selfish, we fail.

And yet, in the midst of despair and pessimistic nightmares,
We keep going, fighting, never giving up on life’s affairs.

Dear friend, I hear your cries and understand your sighs,
Let the materialistic soothe the pain, but don’t fall too deep in the drain of their lies.

Regret creeps in, with a varying impression,
It’s hard to interpret, this internal confession.
“I should have been there,” just to hold you, my friend,
The road ahead may be unclear, but I promise, it’s not the end.

In my heart you will forever live, my love I send,
For even in the darkest moments, we must find a way to mend.
So let us lift our spirits, and spark a flame of hope,
For in life, there’s always a way to cope.

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