Console Thou My Heart Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Why?
Why do I have to swim this ocean of pains:
Stream of of coldness,
Dismay
And depression?
Why do I have to lurk upon this nymph of sorrow?
Crying agony upon the beating cymbals of anguish
While the drumbeat of sadness echoes deep in my heart?
Tell me WHY?
To whom shall I lay this jeremiad?
Mother!
You left my world so cold,
No one to press me unto a bossom of consolation.
My peace all gone cos you're not there to hold my hand,
Behold me now like a chaff and
You lie sleeping with no disturbance while
In this cold world of freezing tears
I tread the path of agony.
Where is thy smile to teach me the path of love?
Where is thy sirenic voice to chant me hums
To open my heart to a wrold of braveness;
I stretch my hand to hold; but
All become a mirage.
I console me.
One day I shall smile with thee,
This stream of tears I know shall not drawn me,
For amidst a broken heart in anguish,
I hear a poem telling me to move on.