Echezonachukwu Nduka

Beside The Shattered Chandelier - Poem by Echezonachukwu Nduka

Staring longingly at the starry sky
brings solace’s bed to lie in my bosom, troubled.

Beside the shattered chandelier,
each blast of bombs and bullets wake sorrow’s sonorous voice.
At midnight, when darkness slumbers,
It sings until my heart shatters again like the chandelier.
Bloods flow on our streets crying, wailing
in anguish, but the voices of bombs swallow their cries.

Beside the shattered chandelier,
Terror counts the number of souls
trapped in its grip, yearning for rescue.
Sleep escapes the eyes of folks and makes its
Way into abyss, hiding from sounds of blasts and lies from crowns.

Beside the shattered chandelier,
We await redemption.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014

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