TORMENTED

tormented

 

He could hear them

They screamed his name

He shivered

He looked around

He saw no one

He could feel their presence

He could hear them

He cringed

One had a shrill voice

Two whispered

The others were deep groans

It sent shivers down his spine

His eyes were wide open

He looked around in horror

Why was he hearing them?

Where was it coming from?

Where were they hiding?

Why were they calling out his name?

Who were they?

He felt the warm liquid trickle down his legs

His own waste

What was happening to him?

Was it his past?

Was it his sins?

He killed her ten years ago

Why was he being tormented now?

No one knew

He told no one…

Who were they?

He heard them chorus his name again

The voices were getting louder

He could feel the goose bumps on his skin

His heart was racing like a wild bull

Everything seemed surreal

But it was really happening!

He panicked

He shivered

He screamed

Hoping to drown their voices with his scream

Everything went quiet

And just when he thought it was over

He heard them again

Louder

And closer!

He looked around

And then he saw them

Right in front of him

He froze in fear

He could taste his own fear

It tasted sour and toxic

Immediately, he shut his eyes

And breathed his last

Welcoming death with a warm embrace

What a relief!

Or so he thought…

 

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2017 Sylvia Chika

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THE CLOCK SPEAKS

THE CLOCK SPEAKS

 

A little love

A little care

A little food

A little of what you have

Just a little to quench this thirst

A little, my dear

I see you complain of that which you have

I hear you complain that it’s not exactly what you want

If only I could have just a little

If only I could sip a little

To quench this thirst

If only I could nibble a little

And quench this probing hunger

If only I could rest a little

Under the mango tree you care not for

If only I could lie down a little

On that bed you hate so dearly

If only I could laugh a little

At the jokes you no longer find funny

If only I could live a little

This life you take for granted

And maybe enjoy a little of this health you don’t even notice you have

Good health I do seek for

To have a little of what you have

To sit under the roof of this house you no longer desire

To hear your little ones babble and laugh

This you no longer have time for

I hear them ask for you every day

But you are never around

If only you could see

Truly open your eyes

And notice how fast the clock ticks

Not slow

Fast!

Every second you lament

You lose a moment

A moment you shouldn’t have lost

You lose a moment to give thanks

A moment to laugh a little

A moment to live a little

If only you can hear the clock

Truly hear the clock tell the time

Oh, it speaks!

Tick-tock. . .tick-tock

Time goes. . . Time goes

Open your eyes, precious one

See how fast the clock ticks

It speaks!

Smile more

Love more

Laugh more

Live more

Love some more

Live some more

Tick-tock. . .tick-tock

 

By Sylvia Chika

sylviachika@gmail.com

http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/

https://sylviachika.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog

Instagram: @sylviachikawrites

BBM Channel: C002F2845

Twitter:@sylviaoz

 

© 2017 Sylvia Chika