What Awaits My Coming

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Here I stand, and there I stand
Wavering in two opposite lives
I laugh out my genuine pretense
In a world bizarre and unknown to me

I tread on a soil nourished with
The remains of my ancestral fathers
With a glimpse of my future revealing
Nothing beyond my expected passing

If the power of words can liberate me of my sins
Then I shall write till the end of time
For I fear being slaughtered like fowl
Even though the crying times permit it

I see phantoms of grunting souls
Groaning in anguish for a deserted life
Some pledge their allegiance to the darkness
Others swim in a pool of solid regret

Yet, this question haunts my existence
Like demons of the medieval eras
If what I see is the doom of sinners
Then what awaits my coming?!

Written by: Fraulein Blossom Chinedu
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

  • Very great concept and nice work of art. i will like to know more about the poem

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