I Will Hold My Pen To Rest

I will hold my pen to sleep- When there is nothing to write, When there is no poetry in sight To cave from the tearful tilted sky. I will hold the dreams of dashed wishes I will fight through a quit choices made, I will unbottle the million thoughts within The maidens wallowing down the meadow. I will hold my pen to sleep when the night Is void of darkness but nemesis tilted behind. Do not search through my blank face, My express was lost on the surface of a book. I will hold my thought to rest when nothing comes, So says the angel to me:" love not to much of words" I wait in the morning for the sun to tell of her mission, I will say prayers to baptise her sagging eyes. I will hold my ill pen to sleep When no more storm is howling behind us, When no thunder sends fear into minds, When no cloud covers our honeyed laughter. We will pray together for our mother; Nigeria, At the gate decorated with equilty and love. No one shall find hate in her, No one shall find weakness in her in the morning After the agonized gushing of polluted fluid leaves. No one shall be march for her bravery. I have guided and secured this young child a decade, And decades have I searched and prayed never Shall I leave her alone but I will hold her to sleep. Never shall my friend be lost in confusion! For the love of poetry shall I hold her to sleep, For the love of words shall I be her loving lover, For the love of imagery shall I keep her home. She has throw me the dough to survive in the jungle, There shall be no infant voices to be heard again. I will hold my pen to sleep- When there is nothing seen aheard of my eyes. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016