Damilare Tella


Even Home Is Haunted - Poem by Damilare Tella

On our war home
Rocky and thorny roads we travelled by
Guided by destiny and belief
The hope of home beat in our heart
Wait and rest, we dare not
For nature itself is unkind

The sun burns, yes with a smile
The moon glows, yes in a scornful gaze
The gentle breeze with a smiteful touch
The frightful dusk and the melacholic dawn
We were consumed by fear, but full of hope

Gleeful, we were in hunger
Pleasure was thirst to our quest
It is from our tears that we drink
Only in our thought is our belly filled
With the milk and honey of our homeland
What choice have we?
When our end suddenly stares aback
As we journey on a lonely road
Guided by destiny and belief


Here we are, at the door step of home
No hand to welcome us from the journey so far
Not a piece of peace is left to share
Plagued is the place we call home
Even home is haunted, but by what?

Topic(s) of this poem: melancholic

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Even Home Is Haunted by Damilare Tella

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/29/2015 5:02:00 PM)


    Yes every day we walk on rocky and thorny roads. Very amazing poem shared definitely. Interesting poem shared.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 29, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 30, 2015


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