Extempore
In the glare of the cloud
I saw the fire
In the glare of the fire
I saw the light
In the midst of the
light lies a being
A shroud sonoric sound
yelled woke fathoms of
centuries past
all filled with excruciating pain
I was arrested
the situation got complicated
I begin to begin
I refused to refuse
Fooled was I but not a fool
sad but never unhappy
rejected but abandoned not
I will live to die
I will die to live
I see voices
I hear visions
I see voices
I see visions
the world is a stage
but where is your stay?
Copyright © Onyeka Onu | Year Posted 2013
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