POEM: Defamatory Uncertainty

Defamatory Uncertainty

All I do is punch the calculator,

Hoping I can weigh the water with my basket

My heart, my loud accelerator

I have produced only the racket!

Sought after and preferred

The dance of innocence

Confused, my tears are added

Formerly adored, my tainted Conscience

It’s only a time,

Now, the season almost ripe

I have seen the peace sublime

Farther away it goes, shrinking into the dark pipe

Subconscious of what may be

Scurried my heart hides in the tidal storm

The beginning this is meant to be,

My end assuredly has come

Tired from denying the truth

Horrified by the thought of the tiny beautiful life;

Uncertain of continuity I fear the truth

The sacred long ingest upturned my life

Consumed in fright;

Deserted by knowledge;

The wait, my body painfully tight;

Look out, my image tainted in sludge.

Trailed by different paired diamonds

I must succumb to nature desires

A different course and a close bond

Conservatively I become even in my attires.

Would Mary be told of me?

How closely related we seem to have become

In a cloak, its responsibilities to my face it assume

Her shines and glory for me, cumbersome

Shall I assume the great position?

The tersely placed words;

Shall I be paid with Mary’s better commission?

Hypocrites cling shamelessly to my world

A journey started with fear

Judged uncertainly with vague assumption

At my predicament my heart tears

Situated for now, later my consumption!

Tis fear that hold responsible;

Tis agreeable torture my trouble mind

This i have accepted as sensible,

Alas! The fears not ending it bind,

Life alone is Fear!

Published By

Cara Omeh

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