Bloom Poem by Okenyi Sunday Chinweike

Amidst the vast expanse of the sea,
I hear the cries of countless souls,
Lost in the clutches of drowning despair,
Engulfed in a world where battles are painted.

The sorrowful wails of whales echo,
Revealing the bitter truth of existence,
Where moments of joy are fleeting,
And tribulations consume our days.

We yearn to cry out for freedom,
Yet the world offers no true release,
For each life is bound to serve a master,
With patrollers on both sides of the sea,
Inflicting pain and demanding obedience,
Under the plain voice of authority.

Life, in its own course, must surrender to time,
So the wise often proclaim,
But who grants freedom to anyone?
Only the promised embrace of death reveals the truth.

The world has lost its way,
Yet the promise of a new beginning lingers,
Even as we acknowledge our inevitable fate,
Do we truly experience the abundance of life?

Rest peacefully, weary souls,
Rest, for freedom awaits beyond the journey,
When we walk away from the sails,
And finally find solace in the embrace of liberation.