Dieing Dream
"DIEING DREAM"
Whenever
I would grieve,
I let my Biro
Weep for me.
.
Wrapped
Around my fist,
It's channeled
To my inner being.
.
And then
my feelings spill,
Akin to bleedy
dripping ink.
..
I hear whispers
In the wind,
Trying to say
something to me.
.
I forced
my eyes to see,
But my sight
was blur and bleak.
.
My mind would
catch a glimpse,
But it all meant
nothing to me.
.
I thought
it wasn't real,
I hope it's just
an awful dream.
.
I tried to
comfort me,
And cast the
shadows behind me.
.
It still hunts
and besiege me,
The silent screams
Of a dieing dream.
Emmanuel Momoh
© April 2019.
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Emmanuel Momoh
A thriving Nigerian poet and writer. An introvert who loves God and Beautiful gospel music
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