I see. I am not the one who
Muzzled in guilt, prides the keen kindred spirited soul.
Put me to death if you can but this voodoo
Eventually will suffice like the clouds and prowl.
Rev quickly this confused con of a core that
Feeds repeatedly for eternity for
Even the lines I pen, I fear are but a weltering boat
Crossing the rickety ridden plane of Adam’s fore.
Tell him! Tell him! That this
Is a product of mans first gift
On an isle that made him ill;
Nothingness filled with meaning.
I never waited for it
Capering, I donned anxiety
Just so I can behold a beautiful zenith.
Though sublimed by the mind
I gaze until it blinks and nudge me a smile.
I am the master of this beautiful zenith;
It makes beautiful ugly things
Look! Even this scraggy scoria of a tree
Which was wrinkled now bask in glory.
Who said darkness was dark?
Who said devil’s own aura is evil?
Come! This light-darkened view on my mental canvass
Will be an icicle that will chill
thy besmoked tower to my ness.
Bring the unfortunate ones, fortune
Under the adder of a serpent
Hallowed in a cave of light hearts;
Anchored with a weightless ship which
Revels howling seas
In spite screams of finless sharks
Abuh Monday Eneojo is a poet, author, trumpeter, Voice over artist and an on air personality at a campus radio in Kogi State, Nigeria. He also is an ardent lover of nature whose work revolves around the nature of things. His first publication, The World Within, was published September, 2018. He also loves the acrostic form of poetry. You can contact him on Facebook @Abuh Monday Eneojo, Twitter@MondayDpoet and LinkedIn@Monday Abuh or via email: email@example.com
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