Thompson Emate Poet Quatrain

The Tendrils in Me

I fall into darkness,  
This reveals my weakness.  
A door opens within me,  
And I encounter a turbulent sea.  

I’m alone in my room,  
There’s a pervasive gloom.  
A displeasure of the heart,  
An ominous start.  

I tell them not to come close,  
For they might see a shrivelled rose.  
I hide in the night,  
Even as I pray for redemption light.

I hear songs,  
Melodious yet unfamiliar tongues.  
I wonder if I’m near Zion’s gate,  
Or if I’m still on the wait.


January 30, 2025.

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