Centuries Of Darkness Poem by abbas abubakar

Centuries Of Darkness



When the pulse of patience was pulled apart
Like mad stream
My heart harried in grundges
And spewed furs of centuries
Crawling on tarmac of anthills
With no sight of sigh

I made a u turn
And ran a million miles
To seek solace in the liar of death
That my bowl of barren seeds be engulfed
And i shall bath no more
In the sizzlings of earth

Dejected, i could not face death's whip
Yet, the lanes of my life are laced with labyrinth
Consoling creatures crawled to my dreams
Singing...
'When darkness flows for a million century
Wilderness still owns the land
For some days, the day shall break
And you shall sail soot in smiles'

Then i rose in smiles
And gave a wide walk into the world

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