Last Goodnight

By: Florence Mwanza

In a world of unspoken pain

Everyone turns to the one they hate

Everyone chooses - demands - then loses

Everything thought but whispers and bruises

A one not quite worthy

And whispers “dont hurt me”

And one last forgotten

With wishes to be free

Like a pond, an ocean, a mountain or hill

Yet wishing for something was not of her will

Yet dreaming brought nothing 

But pain and dispair

And two  soul on a mountain

With tales none could tell

No truth ,yet no lies

No color, no light

But a dream, to look back

To  a sky filled with night

And as two last forgotten

In a world not quite lost yet

Was a sky full of  light

Like a wish of a last goodnight

             love,  
                      flora