As the sun bid the sky farewell,
Beckoning on me to head home.
I walk the lonely roads to my empty house,
Like a man carrying the world on his shoulder.
I retire to my bed, too afraid to plant my head on a pillow;
For nightmares stand beside my bed
Waiting to embrace me when my eyes close in sleep.
And a noiseless hand waits to unwind the lengthy scroll
Of my failures before my wakeful eyes.
in the idle darkness comes the bite
Of all the burning serpents of remorse;
Forcing me to curse the day I cried my way to the hands of mother Earth.
My mind is a war zone - where I fight to save my wounded dreams.
From the harsh soldiers of reality.
My body is a brochure of scars;
Where Pains walk on , with a shoulder raised high
Like a breast of a young girl.

ohuche Joseph

Wow this Is a nice poem.

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