That Place Poem by Alexandra Yeboah

Don't think of this place.
In this place you lie awake all night,
nightmares dancing around in your dreams,
fear causing you to break out in sweat.

Haunting images
of real and make-believe
keep you tossing and turning,
your lamp's light stares you in the face,
the darkness threatens to
steal your breath.

Don't think of this place
where you are entrapped
in blood-bathed wars,
which pounce on
the unsuspecting
and afraid.

Don't think of this place
where there is no eternal peace,
where diseases flock unabated
from house to house,
where babies become mothers,
where the aged lose their
eyesight, memory,
life.

Don't think of this place
with its livid lies,
its seething smiles,
its deceiving dance,
where betrayal plays cards
with your loved ones,
where hate is rampant
throughout the night.

Don't think of this place
where tragedy knows your name,
where evil links arms with you,
and gives you gifts you dare not open.

Think of that beautiful place
with gold emblazoned
under your feet,
where only the V.I.P.attend,
where the dress code
is eminent in its nature,
where you will dance with David,
play tag with Joseph's brothers,
glide down the streets with Esther,
pray with Hannah.

Think of that place
where death is not an option,
where youth, laughter,
and strength are passed
around easily through
the residence.

Think of him in all his glory,
strolling through the courts,
besplendent in white,
light trailing fervently at his feet,
his diamond crown
announcing his status:
'King of Kings'
'Lord of Lords'
'Prince of Peace'.

Think of his lap,
cozy and warm
where all his children gather
smiles grazing their faces,
their voices harmonizing
in happiness
as they celebrate the
goodness of the King.