Mark Otoigiakhi

My Dear Friend

The laughs feel so recent,

With the times we spent together,

The meetings we both planned frequently,

I thought our connection would last forever.

Your presence uplifted my spirit,

As you were the only one who could,

The one who always stood beside me,

As any dear friend would.

But over time, you were no longer my constant,

As our close-knit bond began to wear,

With our times together slowly drifting,

And my optimism ruptured beyond repair.

The laughs often replay in my mind,

With tears running down my muddled face,

With one question I am often reminded of,

“Why did our connection start to erase?”

Mundane Days

My life no longer surprises me,

As the banal days replay to an infinite degree,

With no arbitrary surprises visualized in my mind,

My internal world starts to decline.

My external world stays stale,

As my desire stays affixed to this endless tale,

With it no longer succeeding,

My life eventually feels impeding.

My mind eventually traces back to the past,

As nostalgic bliss begins to amass,

With me reminiscing what grants me delight,

My desire starts to shine bright.

My desire fuels my inner drive,

As the radiant days start to arrive,

With my fully realized goals in mind,

My life finally leaves its stale tale behind.