Condemnation Poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo

The feeling...
Neither distress nor disappointment
Live storms roar under your
Thoughts and your mind bent
The uncertain feeling
Emotions unreal
The wind billows into the den
To help close the eyes of the wounded lion
Failing strength
Draining consiousness
There is a question that lingers by,
Are you not wanted?
Battled to the ground
Defenseless and fragile
Futile efforts and vulnerable
Lying like a battered corpse
Anger supported by weakness
You just sit there...
And watch...
As your time spins by...
And you can do...
Nothing!
That's the spirit of condemnation