Surging up from the roaring sea of my heart
Lies a question that keeps me
“HANGING”
that question remains WHO AM I?
Thorns and thistles have afflicted my flesh
Sticks and stones have broken my bones
Friends and foes have haunted my soul
The swift legs of the earth have had their peek
I wrestle with chaotic hands
Chaotic hands of war
Like a scarecrow saddled with loneliness
I scare the pretty birds away
I wish the creator
Could print an elaboration on my skin
Just to be justified and re-defined
Rather than perish in anguish and languish
And like a sojourner of peace
I lay still, waiting patiently
Eager to answer the question that keeps me
“HANGING”
By Ekene Micheal Ngoka
About Ekene
Ekene is a dashing young poet and song writer. He enjoys making new friends.
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