Treasure Island

Mcanthony C. Nwatu

(25th october 1992 / Enugu)

Dermis


Anchors lost, captains discouraged
to sail their ship across the
great sea which paths to
great ocean.
Brains and skulls run
from the ship of all to
ship of one for safety.
Sailors and passengers
marvel and shiver for
sinking of the past captains
in the great sea.
Brains infiltrated with phobia
for sinking of the past gurus.
Why the exodus of dearest
Why! Why! is it that the
blade is blunt or that
the barber is a novice
what a pity; ewoo!
Phobia disappear courage appear
failure disappear success appear
in all we remain
in all we sail or fly
through sea to ocean.
All i faith for is, whether
we sail or fly, there must be
soul survivals.

Submitted: Saturday, November 06, 2010
Edited: Sunday, April 17, 2011

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