POEM: VICTORY THROUGH JOURNEY OF DEATH

Twas like the harmony of a well orchestrated symphony. As we rode along this boisterous road, the squeaking sounds of the wheels vanished away in dust;
Lost in a mist                                              

Of throbbing emotions, I kept on       

Smiling At the thought of what   

Gladdens my Heart each day...

That a stare into the future would have Saved us all, 

for the maledy of circumstances plays no strings of melody and lo I hear evils voice whispering; 

as we journey along this amiss path of perfect impurities...
For these screams hither here              

And thither there led to a place time has left desolate, 

a meddle of feeble worlds they all fret at 

of which I am most guilty of these fretters, 

lest this scare may not be our end... 

Twas a debacle of dysphoria, craving our little abode to cast off our fears in alcoves of peace;  

for this meagre air must be felt without share; 

with much Bruises all over our face, we journeyed home to tell daunting tales; 

touch not these purples on my lip I say! 

For it hurts most. 

Twas an unforgettable encounter none to be prayed for - and I survived!

By Poet Esperanza Obene Ibim

Tags: Poem, Education, African Poetry 

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