The Day-A Poem

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The Day-A Poem

Oh! It’s another splendid morning,

A morning with its rekindled died hopes of yesterday,

But the fear, Yeah! The fear still lingers on,

The sun upon rising from the east,

Goes down, and would go down,

Scepticism, scepticism, oh…, scepticism

Why doth thou crowd my thought?

 The day, why not tell whether thou be mine?

Why doth thou watch me pant to nothingness,

The sun settles in the West… an exposition to

Stillborn dreams, aspiration and plans

Why doth thou all of a sudden frown?

A frown, that has not crowned a struggle,

My comforter, affirms only but my fears,

Sorrow is of the night, joy cometh in the morning

No wonder, the dawn presents hope, the dusk; a dupe,

Such pervades the day, and night,

The star a hope, Immeasurable miles away,

Hope, what becomes thou essence?

While the night eludes me the keys of passage.

© 2013 – 2017, Akaho Felix Dzidula Junior. All rights reserved.

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