Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu Poet Narrative

The Solitary Traveller

Down the endless road I 
Walk.
The road of life or you 
May call it the road of 
Torment-but know I the 
Name.
Along I walk,the trees 
Whistling as I journey on 
With gentle breeze of the 
East caressing my worn-
Out body.
Down I walk,meeting the 
Hurdles of life.
I tarried,struggling and 
Fighting my way;lo! Am 
Stuck in despair and 
Dissappointment.
Hoping for no hope to 
pull Me thru.
Suddenly,I cried,then a 
Saintly hand pulled me 
Thru.
On the endless road I 
Journey,I saw and heard 
Shouts,sounds and smell 
Of powder pervading the 
Atmosphere:people 
Running in confusion.
The sun turned red,the 
Theatre bore death.
On my next turn,I heard 
Moanings and sounds of 
Pleasure,one beckoned 
Me,icame I and took part 
In the ecstasy-i realised a 
Folly it was,went I on.
Passing through 
esker,my Body chilled.
Then I reached a dry land 
With scanty huts,wetting 
My throat in a hut.
With a scorced feet,I walk 
On this endless road,I 
Witnessed a 
gathering,Legs moving in
Rhythm and hands on 
Drums,I ate and moved 
On.
Came I to a serene 
place,I wondered as I 
sojourned,the speechless 
Mouths and hands 
restraining one another 
To join the "lonely"body 
Below.
I passed a crossed 
building;hands clasped in 
Gentle procession.
Moved I to pace of 
Sustainance;the noisy 
Atmosphere,hands 
Exchanging needs.
On and on I walk on this 
Endless road,when will I 
Reach my destination, 
When my knell of old St 
Antonne tolls?

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