Monólogos Poem by S Ovwata Onojieruo

Where the small torches lit lightly in blistering rebuke over unseen yore's day
It was you I saw 'εγώ ο ίδιος' the crying Dragon, my fleeting shadow
'They said it was I who caused the murder, who killed another's Mother; who brought this blood on 'cracy's Chapiter
speak to me 'eaftós'' but he has already fled.
They said it was my inner streak that inflamed an unwholesome denial
a real reality they said I had; Stolen
but you stand there laughing?
I thrust my hand through the dark to see, it's all, but light;
'O apomónosi' danger of our Youth!
Who's still a youth? I ask
But 'eaftós' have departed through the back door.

Where the small torches lit gently in blistering rebuke, over now seen lore's ways
It is you I'll see, on the rainbow; this sore throat; this broken soul,
this belligerent eyes,
age baffles and battles my youth,
Much more than 'mou' struggle over a hidden truth.

Where the small torches lit hotly in blistering rebuke, and the westwind burns fiercely with the heat of a sun I run,
That's where in heat I lay; waiting if 'morrow would again come that bay,
Of unwholesome kidding; pseudo-flagitious accusation,
Fleeting through my 'Me'
This solemn evening in West wings shore