Entreated
ENTREATED
The gigantic motion patrolled
In the dark room immersed myself
No! This can't be it's no more
Giving out a shrilly sharp vocal
My throat adhering to dryness
What a slurred pilgrimage
I didn't realise it wasn't over
Drapping across my numb limbs
Crawling in the dark room shivering
A dark shadow appeared in roar
What a sunken face with bones
Was it a ghost or a demon ?
No pop as my voice faded in the dark
Chattering of things I knew not about
Tears rolling down endlessly-
Remembering the teachings in cathedral
Would this really save me from furnace?
blood smearing seemed a ritual
Drinking from that skull like cup
Presented by long bone like hands
all I would mumble was readings
Had the saviour arrived to lend a hand!
Maybe yes maybe no I tried to swear
It wasn't really though my fear overwhelmed
My conscience had gone for a trip
Far far away from my world though
Entrapped in my own thoughts of loss
I preferred taking it solo
The mission meant to be accomplished
Only by self and step by step
I took the wrath to my own hands
and all was only a symbol of cowardice.
Copyright © Mercy Mugambi | Year Posted 2016
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