Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Day 10: Hard Impact

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Ill winds blow over the seas,
Moaning as it drives the breakers like a plaintive mother.
The lung of the land is chockfull with seeds.
Still, sterility devastates like a trench mortar.
Like a ruthless feeling disease
Corruption plagues the souls of men.
All we like sheep rid of their fleece
Rush over the cliff and some meet their end.
People is trapped in the game
And they’re barely surviving
The tempting of the pain
And the intruding of vices.
Paradise is unattainable
And the brimstone is highly available.
We’re virtually waist-deep in it
It’s like an open sesame into ill.
Nobody finds peace in the oracle;
We are the mutual subjects of ridicule.
Tears from a baby’s eyes
Speaks a tome about the no-good years.
The land sighs
But the spear point is clear.

Within the bedlam an illusion emerges,
A smile is an adeptly concealed grimace
In the release of repercussive allergies.
How long before we all pine away?
The torture is excessive you can’t stick out under.
Yet, there remains this pervasive emotional trauma
Clogging up the recuperation gear.
This is no easy route we travel
Even though the path we tread was assigned from the navel.
We seem to seek a bleak respite
Awaiting hope with a fearful expectation, in spite.
Our tomorrows is dead and buried
In the same coffin with all our hopes and dreams.
Deep sixed in a yawning abyss.
Darkness hides the horizon,
Deep darkness the coming of dawn.
What is enough?
Could this distress not account for too much?
Life stings with a venom.
Has the resolution being torn out the book?
I feel my soul wrenched by sadness attack
Hankering to be let off the hook.
Anguish stalks in to plunder on contract
Too weakened to fight back
We dread the hard impact.



Akpan

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