peak of fright (poem by Okoro Naomi)

Something waving in me, I had to cry/
Day labour, the limelight to a birth
purple land of crystal fountains/
torn in rough strife of death riband...

On the cradle of listening, the blood dime tide
For in pains it glisten,fears invoke the ghost of a child listening/
pass silently by live no foot path...
toil upon sore feet believing a reviving cross...
All forth sheed, lent stony fruit upon rocks...
vineyard lardened with rot like a curse of locust...
tossing up barreness in broken trees lots...
tossing up the mene and maze of fruitless forest...
Have i been cursed or do i lay here to forget...
Yet at the peak of fright.

#Beryl Queen
#(Pweetimimi)