Following A Dream Poem by ANKWASA HARLORD

As I woke up this morning,
I saw my dream running away from me
down the Nasser street it went
I saw myself in hell
I was left stranded and numb.

I ran after my dream
as I was trembling and falling
like a waterfall
walls in hell talking to me,
as I lay on the hard cold concrete looking through
the iron bars
as if I was a tourist attraction.

I see my dream
I see my dream
in the graveyard demons sharing
my dream like a wedding cake,
Lucifer commanding tensely that share all of it!
he is actually one of us,
I was left scratching my own back
eating my own toes.

Out of HELL I decided to attack
my dream, passing through the needle
going to the graveyard to claim my own
collecting pieces of me,
Lucifer hit me hard in the chest
coughing blood, sweating blood, limping on my fours
Lucifer scratching my back, eating my toes.

I stood my ground firm like the Kilimanjaro
and long like the great Nile river,
with vigor I snatched my dream from Lucifer and demons!
I took my last breath to my own,
The earth higher than me, six feet above,
claiming my dream, goal and future "ME ".