Covered Sights Poem by Jude Ansah

COVERED SIGHTS

His eyes ground the view of motioned skies
Silenced by the reign of ill time
Mourning a dark world that dyed him blue
That sails off into ghostly hues.

The wrath of renegades
The scourge of scorned decades
Burn the beauty of this age
I too am inked with bruising rage
But theirs is written in all different ways.

Blood falling like the rain scarring sunny meadows
Brutes burying brothers with verbal scars in society's shadow
Wild wretches wounding his love's patience
Growing the shrinkage of his kindness's cadence.

The obsidian dream grows larger
His breathing becomes harder
Surrounded by his home defamed and declined
Rendering hands as graves that bury his eyes.

The pocket of black is where he's safe
Sights sandwiched between his palm's lifelines
Riddling his mind with remembrance
Of his home's ruined radiance.

He hangs high with the lowly wind
Frantic for freedom in its skin.
As nights brush him with blossoms
And a tear flow in fallen skies
Adorns the world's requiem.