Kendzi Samuel

Rookie (July 18,1992 / Nigeria)

A Wasted Thursday - Poem by Kendzi Samuel

The flooded path to my dreams I trod
Of blissful fantasies I can afford
At last,
A refuse of dreams where I dump faith,
A gallery of ideas is floodlit in my mind
A wasted thursday, binned by wednesday
And I take it all out on saturday

To uncover, I belch a feeling dire
That coins and greed could me inspire,
A new acne to a Cyclops face
Lifts all hopes to the next level of disgrace
Kills the rest of the Mmymirdons
Buries Job's daughters and sons

So the blank page bears the brunt,
Without a whimper or a grunt
For my wounds the ink bleeds,
To my tyrant fingers the pen concedes
A wasted thursday, binned by wednesday,
And I take them all out on saturday.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 7, 2011

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