Schwarz November Poem by Dozie Wogu

Life,
Snuffed out
Of the sinews,
Carried away
In demonic waters

I was dead
Was just another living dead
Treading the paths of zombies
In Red blacked eyes.

Like a beauty chameleon
Wound on a water melon,
We all swerved and hid
Playing the game of the kid

Reality was unreal
Vision, blurred
Faith, unideal
His image, marred.

T’was that epigraph
Of consensus calligraphy
The eruption of an event
That brought me to the vent

Now all was bleak
Darkness at its peak,
Was gathered by beak
Of dust to leak.

Would I ever live?
Incessant Chants of demonic voices
The torment and thorns in sheol
Could I ever be healed?