The Disillusioned Ones by Bright Sado Omo 2015. So bedtime it was. He lay on his bed, though sleep haven ran away from him, like one who deserted his house because it was on Fire. Sadness overwhelmed him like Ants on Sugar. With thoughts of what he wanted so desperately but lacked the how he could forcefully take it. How deep in pain he had Drown, gotten from the internalized injury he sustained from various shocks he had encountered'Adjusting his whole body to be well positioned on on his bed, with his head on his pillow, tears begin to to drop of his eyes just as the clouds let out rain to drop on the earth. It ran on his cheeks through to his mouth. Having a salty taste.''He travels in thought to the very beginning, affected by the first encounter. Though not deeply affected, for it was the first Blow. He then begins to retrieve his thougts from the first blow, heading towards the second. Multiple drops hurriedly run down his eyes. The thought of the second blow. Oh! How painful it Felt. Like pains from Thorns on ones Head.His pillow laid in wetness. It extends to his bed. But he is carried away in pain, not noticing how wet, the bed which he lay-on had become. He then returns from his journey. Embarking on what this third time holds for him. Will it be a 'yes' or a 'No' ?, 'I don't know' he replied his mindful question.


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