IntShoWriMo 2014: Day 24

Day 24: Visual Terms

What happens when two friends visit an old house that one of them inherited from a distant relative? In the house, there is a 100-year old mirror that has never been broken.

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Word Count: 1,000+

Eneh Akpan,
June 24th, 2014

Day 24: Grind

Courtesy: Diggie Vitt (modified)

Riding on the track

Like I don’t give a care in the world.

Situation sieved me like wheat but left no crack.

Guess I was harder than 'em after all.

The world on a silver platter,

Royal robes on my shoulder;

I am Destiny’s Chief,

Immune to dilemma's mischief.

Tomorrow may come over and over again,

It may pass away faster than it can be replayed.

But I’m staying on my grind.

My prophecy is clear even to the blind.

I will not be ashamed,

Even if the ballgame should change.

Nothing stays the same.

Love is the essence of pain,

Disappointments abide

And will thrive still

Like dramatic weed in a man’s psyche.

It’s difficult to breathe

Still an individual got to exist

In this heated criminal oasis.

Ama keep staying on the grind

And be as consistent as the sunrise.

There’s no vacancy for compromising

Cause I’m all over the cake like the icing.

Akpan

Day 24: Broken Chains

Photo: tewalkerjr.com

Self-deceit is a foulmouthed teller of lies.

I am one to tell since I been thoroughly baptized

Into the order of his unfortunate fellowship.

And I’ve been duly done in by surface relationships.

Cause I been

Racing against walls by all means invisible,

Tripping over rocks that were remotely mental,

So eventually I got unstable

By leaning my strength on things inconsequential.

Erratic tendencies

Been the bane of my struggles, from my spot on a ledge facing the future,

The past returns to haunt me like the hordes of nemesis.

You tell me, what soul suffers a seizure

At the invasion of delectable ecstasies?

My mind is all worked up

At the very instance of peace;

I hear the voices of the storm

In the perfect center of tranquility.

I conquer wars

Only to fuss over a battle,

Tilting at windmills

As easily startled as cattle.

I searched for answers in winds

That cooked up a tempest in a teacup.

My entire faculty experiences disequilibrium

Cause it’s taunted by a faceless, nameless crowd.

But all the while broken chains is all…

I know how stupid that sound

But broken chains is all…

Though, my mind still argues against it now,

I know beyond a doubt

Broken chains is all that held me bound.

And it’s straight out o’ the horse’ mouth,

Broken chains is all that held me down.

Akpan