Blue Moon
BLUE MOON.
Lost in the wilderness of darkness,
Sadness and loneliness,
I see destruction approach in
Quick march.
See creeping shadows hunting for
My bone marrow,
Echo’s overpower my help.
No need testing your voice,
It’s now helpless and lost.
The moon is my only clue,
It drops a whitish wood,
This makes my shadow become
Two.
How do I climb to its thumb,
Have got no time nor hook.
I wish to vanish,
Where do I buy magic?
My hope is things wouldn’t
Turn tragic.
My sight hit three black ugly
Hunters as I groan in hot
Tears and fear,
Wind blows this message through
Their door step.
My imagination couldn’t grab this
Unrest,
I just disturbed the mighty night
Congress,
It indicates alert of doom served
In a spoon with no chance to
Choose.
Rescue has lost meaning, the whole
Land has diminished with no sand
For man.
Something’s happen but nothing
Happens for you to tap from.
This place has no save
I will never lay even during rain,
Now that its real I pray to end
With easy.
This is how the king is pleased.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
Copyright © Habib Akewusola | Year Posted 2012
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