Thompson Emate Poet Free verse

I Am

I am a book,
Some of its pages are hidden,
They hide in the night,
Their writings are from the deep.

I am a portrait,
Sombre colours  depict me better,
They show the gloom that resides in my chamber,
They show the night I fight to tunnel through.

I am the moon,
Twilight summons me,
The night calls me to stand on the podium,
Sometimes my companions don’t stand with me.

I am a flight of stairs,
The higher I go,
The more view that enfolds,
They seem to come from obscurity.

I am a puzzle,
Each piece you find,
Propels you to search for more,
You’re bewildered by their complexities.


February 21, 2024.

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