My Season
Dews of diamond falling, love pine whispering
Greenish leaves waving, gentle breeze ripples the pond
Morning sun showering the kids vitamin
Elixir of beauty splashing yet am unripe
But its my season!!
Seasoning myself yet the aroma goes no where
Friends and love ones spreading their scent around town
Surviving header to gain more nutrients am suffering
With a frail soft voice, am still unripe
But its my season
Stones and Peebles floating like plane
Looking up, left, right, blood of friends splashing like wine
Watching love ones slaughtered by monsters for being ripe
Tightening my eyes with great phobia, I still living cause am unripe
What a scary season
My veins secreting heavily, my skin changes rapidly
Starring up the isle am the last on the globe
As flashy as the sun, my patient transform my pigment
With joyful tears I cried out “am ripe”
For it is my season.
Copyright © Mmenyene Ekpenyong | Year Posted 2016
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