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.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2025
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