Treasure Island

Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Blank Depression

Weary cranium upholds my fallen mind
My drench eyes dried up with numberless pain
My head inflame than the orient sun, but-
Calmer and mild than the attic ice;
Standing still abound this spinning earth,
Unique: - - yet a numb'r mid the countless beings,
I am wise to remain in foolishness
And to need no more life other than one
To die and sleep with the rest of my kind
And mount my worn-bones with my kins perchance;

Worry no more about my living days
Neither young to grow nor old to wither
And be trampl'd upon by my fellow men,
Or should I live to see another day?
To breathe the same oxide my nostrils know
Sighting men, roes, hinds and orchard-trees
Living in wholesomeness only to die!

Uprooted out, above the earth's surface;
Not to trod their feet in the mem'ry-lane...
Hmm, life is death and death has become life
For his bunsen flame may exhaust with time
At such time a man tuber down the ground
To germ'nate his frantic soul t' heav'n or hell
To the throne of light or to ridden fire;

From the tent of dust our sculptic flesh came
Hence, and shall vividly return - aback
At last, I may lie so graven for death
With death's balmy hands nigh upon my head
My dim head shall go up, side, down and blank!

Submitted: Friday, August 01, 2014
Edited: Monday, August 04, 2014

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