When I awaken
From drunken stupor
And see morning light
Whispering new sight
When in morning's slumber
I struggle in wander
No longer in thunder
And yet I still blunder
When in afternoon delight
My popsicle now melting
My sole fear surmounting
My love life now cradling
When in the grasp
Of the blue moon
The cocaine's high
Becomes a lie
When in the depths
Of profound sleep
Wakened by night's torment
Deadened and so hell bent
When in bright morning's light
Lies ending in a fight
Life's sugar coated existence
Struggling against sound resistance
When sound asleep tonight
I shall mount the phoenix
I shall rise to such heights unknown
'Til I can no longer bemoan
When I can no longer breathe
My breath about to cease
I'm about to decease
I shall die in soul's peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strong emotions expressed in an insightful piece of poetry nicely penned in beautiful rhyme scheme with conviction. A lovely poem indeed Richard.
I am honoured and humbled. Thank you so very much, Chinedu.