Anonyme Poem by Daniel Nwauzorma

Sometimes i am afraid,
Of collected footsteps before dawn.
Of memories that marches past
The fortress of my dreams.



Anonymous whispers sings the lullaby.
That hibernates the circuitry
Of thoughts concatenated
In strings of absent-mindedness.



I recall the days of smokes and the winds.
Magical enchantments that portray
Events as a game of chess.
You decide the fate of your nightmares.



Eloping into spheres of spaces
void of chaos and cacophonies
of distorted laughter
Chasing your ideas out of your thoughts.



You mesmerize the coming of the light
in the midst of thick darkness
Holding on to hope,
In the desert of gross misery.



Your thirst for drive lingers
You crave the zeal but your doubt hinders
Empowering your fear to do great exploits.
Testifying to your faithlessness.



Sometimes i am afraid,
Of collected footsteps before dawn.
Of memories that marches past
The fortress of my dreams.