A COLD EMBRACE

The Journey to The Unknown

Chinelo (diaryofaLone-wolf) & Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ ó

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 Copyright © 2020 by Chinelo Akwaeke & Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ ó

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 Epigraph

The perfect scenery.

Tears of loved ones;
Dropping.

Beautiful words,
They never said,
To your face.

An epitaph,
For the ages.

Your final home;

A box,
Of exquisite taste.

But no matter,
The picture you imagine;

It is a sight;
You will never see.

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Preface

“Where does happiness lie? In the calm of nothingness or in the retreat

to our inner corridors?
In the peace of the void, or in the shadows of the corner?

This is a brief anthology of poems that illustrates the arguments for life,
and also death. A peek into the dark thoughts of a soul, just trying to be
at peace.

Enjoy!”

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Chinelo (diaryofaLone-wolf) & Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ ó

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 Table of Contents

Epigraph....................................................................... 3
Preface......................................................................... 4

I – An Endless Slumber ................................................. 6

Void ...................................................................... 7
The Cold Sleep ....................................................... 8

II – A Perfect World .................................................... 10

The Flowers in The Cold .......................................... 11
Sweet Lies ............................................................ 12
The End ...................................................................... 13

Epilogue ..................................................................... 14
The Night.............................................................. 14
Afterword .................................................................. 16

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I – An Endless Slumber

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Void

Won't you want to know,

How beautiful the gardens on your graveyard will blossom?

Why do you fear a silent black?

Why does the sound of cold sleep distress you so much?

Won't you want to know the therapy that lies beyond?

Are you not tired of an enclosed space?

Does the freedom of an unknown not excite you?

To be free and reckless;

You do not know that you died,

Before you lived.

That's why you fear,

The soft cradle of death cold arms.

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 The Cold Sleep

I cannot read;
The epitaph,
To be written on my stone.

I cannot see;
The beauty of the gardens,
That will come after me.

I cannot hear;
The tears of those,
That will mourn for me.

I do not want,
An endless sleep;
As I still have,
The will to dream.

I don't want my soul,

To roam free in the dark.

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As the cold is too much;
For the husk,
It shall leave behind.

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II – A Perfect World

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The Flowers in The Cold

To not hear the tears,

Of humans with lips shaped in lies;

And tongues dressed to slander.

It is a gift; won't you take it?

Here you exist.

There you live as you should.

To come and to go

In the dark where flowers grow.

In the void next door

Is it fear that holds your hand so tight?

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 Sweet Lies

I never said,
That the world was perfect.

Or full of cheer,
Merry and happiness.

Filled with joy,

Or overflowing with kindness.

I just want to live,

Even if it's from a shell.

Hiding behind a mask,

To conceal the sadness.

For the embrace,

Of their lies;
Is sweeter,
Than the cold of death.

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The End

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 Epilogue

The Night

In the quiet,
Of the night.

Where light sobs,

Become,
Bellowing tears.

In the dark,
Of the night,

Where the demons;

Wander,
Out of their nests.

In the cold,
Of the night.

Where the loneliness,

Becomes even more,

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 Chilling.

In the emptiness,
Of the night.

Where the voices call,

To put an end to it all.

At the end,
Of the night.

Where the voices stop,

For they don't need to call,
Anymore.

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Afterword

There should never have to be a time when a choice has to be made. It

has to be life, always. But life isn’t such. It is not that simple.

We only hope that the people who are at this point in their own
realities, decide to choose life; every single time.

Thank You!

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Chinelo (diaryofaLone-wolf) & Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ ó

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