Brooding

Pumping and heating
Corked and sealed
Brewing and steaming
On the scar it stings
Say it! Pent it up not
The perspiring truth
A flaming sword for the strong!

The daunting trails of my past

Scurrying through my thoughts so fast

Laying up scorching painful tracks

For my tenderly sprouting paths

It wells up a pool of bans

To my spirited passions to be sapped

Heavy are my eyelids

Entangled with sleep

So weary indeed

My temple fatiguely blank

My joints crank

And the stiffness of my neck

Lo, the numbness in my head

Can’t stay checked

 

Is it with worries or weary?

Is it with the holocaust torments?

That wrecked the head in pulsating torrents

Sure it’s not but in its thrust

It’s with the darkness in the hearts of men!

© Wale Oladokun, 2011.