K K Iloduba Jnr Poet ABC

Gate of Desolation.

Though dawn takes the sky
with her eye-lid,
and the sun wraps the day up 
in her smile,
it matters not to me.


Though the treasures of the dark
flood through my veins,
and aboundance of the sea
lay bare on my breast,
it matters not to me.

It matters not to me at all!
Though on every side of me desolation bronzes
and decimeted wild life  unfolds 
as a tale that is told.

It matters not me at all.
oppression has smosched me.
sorrow had fondled me.
Resignation pampers my nights with captives tears.

Though the world bloom
and the moon unstrips  before the gazing stars,
though the sons pleasure ripen at all hours,
it matters not to me at all.
For misery had set the table before my eyes
and despair lit the candle at both ends.

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