Help Me To Start Again Poem by NDIDI UBOGU

Help Me To Start Again



In a pool of pain and bitterness,
Comforted by contrition and unexplainable love,
I looked into the skies with my hands high …
I closed my naked eyes and asked why.

I have been here before … I'm here again,
Same gathering in the same demented atmosphere,
A kind-hearted dove that mingles with the cassowaries …
A familiar start with a predicted end.

Why did I flee from you O Lord!
Why is this path so cold O Lord!
My father prayed … my mother wept!
Help me O Lord to start again!

Now I claim that pain is hope
As sunrise is far and its light so faint.
Once played a saint but now a villain
As the story is told again and again.

As his wrinkle strengthens and brags,
As her fine black hair turns grey,
The flesh still in the gathering and did not understand …
The spirit looks down and shakes his head.

Sunday, September 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by the parable of the prodigal son.

This is a lost soul who longs for a change and keeps trying to do things right, someone who is pursuing happiness and wish someday he would be a better person and able to look after his love ones. When he looks at his parents faces he could tell that time is running out but he believes that there is hope.
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