Tuesday, December 22, 2009

THE COLOUR OF THE SHADOW OF DARKNESS

On and on I walked, unto the throes of darkness
Unknown, the evil that belies ahead
So lonely like the wilderness
But on and on, I forged ahead
And no one to comfort me in this great moment of my forsakeness
In this great moment, when heaviness becometh my head
No one around to console me, in this great moment of my nothingness
Not even my constant companion- my shadow
Or do they only stay in the meadow?
So grief became my best companion
At this moment, I felt like I could not be saved
Not even by my lucky medallion
Because in and in, the road caved
Leading me to the house of doom
As if I already have a room
I can feel the claws of evil
Clawing, clawing at my soul
With the intent to rip it apart
I can feel the mauls of evil
Mauling, mauling at my soul
With the intent to rip it apart
I can still hear the voice of the preacher
Still staying, "vanity, all is vanity"
And I wonder why the preacher
Chose to come at this moment of insanity
Does it mean I still have a chance?
Does it mean this is all a trance?
Then I cried, "mercy"!
I looked up at the black sky and cried, "mercy"!
For now, I' ve seen and known, nevertheless
The colour of the shadow of darkness

AUTHOR: STANLEY EJIOGU

Friday, December 18, 2009

NE-ME-SIS

Don't want to end up like my friends of' course
Gone of a just course
I shall not grieve so much
For one way or the other, we shall all go as such
And when I have to go, it shall be for a reason
Though they call it treason
The vultures of this earth
Always gladdened at the sight of death
With no respect for humanity
Thinking that life on earth is eternity
Vampires! getting so fat on our blood
Though it sounds odd
But for how long shall you betray a brother?
For how long shall you betray a sister?
The trust they gave you, you betrayed
And in you, I saw no conscience portrayed
I see! I see! Revolution
I see! I see! Rebellion
I can see blood on the streets
I can hear the sound of the drum beats
Because when you push a man for so long
Violence becomes his song
But unto him you blameth not
But unto thee who shareth their lot
From the mist emerges a traveller
And slowly he walks like a toddler
But unto his destination, he is no stranger
From his manifestation, emanates danger
Upon your stair case he tops
On your door he stops
Knock! knock! on your door he knocks
Before you could ask" who's there"?
Click! click! the door unlocks
Then he tries to answer your question, "who's there"?
But a word he could not utter
He tried again to say his name, but all he could do was stutter
Ne-me-sis


AUTHOR: STANLEY EJIOGU

The poem NE-ME-SIS was written by Stanley Ejiogu and no part of it should be reproduced in any form without the consent of the author. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.