Day 5: Stumble

I stumble

Out of my elements

To trip on a stubble.

I bleed

From the repercussive effects

Of a friend in need.

Situation grows horns,

Pointed tips of dilemma

Ten feet long.

I fall

Like rain on parched sod

Lapped up by the sun.

My path runs along unfinished

Like a taboo that refuses to be abolished.

A soulful strain sets the tone

Rising from the dim verge of the horizon

To the pit dark side of the sun.

In my heart and soul resides fear snug as a slug.

Akpan