Darkness Elude's Me Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

DARKNESS ELUDE'S ME

See the withered weeds
In my face,
A hardship in
Disguise,

Those who seeks to
Mock me have made
Me stronger,

Let they that slain my
Silky heart beware,
For i am Shylock,
Forgiveness is a sin:

Why privy into my
Private path,
Ply tongue everywhere,
Whispering poison to

Infect my laurels, but
Lite little candle of their
Own,
A mortifying groan

Beguiled, and becloud
Their whole,
Those wolves wishing
To devour a little lamb,

But lamented in their
Lost,
They that fill their
Fellow with filts, are the

Cruel that brings ruin,
Those cynic seek a
Savouring meal of me,
For the dogs, and hogs

To pelt me with Wheat's,
Yet they tremble before
The prodigal poet like

Rigors of birth pangs:
They judged the Jew,
But inquiry by the jury
Was nothing!

Oh father Abraham:
I pray in my prime that
This prying eyes do not
Prey on me!

Those who pray till the
Moment the moon arrives,
But may their moon god
Guide not their Hands

To my guts,
For mulky is hell,
The Christian's faith
Make much about

Forgiveness, but long
Bereft of it believes,
Yet the devil's in the
Evening will never rest,

Till their vile visit their
Victims,
But God bless Good
People,

And the wolves in the
Wilderness a fatal flaw,
And carrying a flag of
Failure