My 2019 Tale Poem by David Olughu

2019

The devil's drum beat aloud
All life danced to it's aching rythm
Sorrow and pain were it's gongs
They all produced a melody of ridicule
My feet tapped to the music

I began to waltz to his sinister symphony
My name was in his album
He enjoyed the view, every bit of it
The sight of me in utmost confusion
Struggling to survive

Caged within conflicting thoughts
Enslaved by his misdirections
Immorality on one side, suicide on the other side
My spirit, soul and body part ways in search for peace
Insanity

The air became heavy, pregnant with destruction
Chaotic smoke fled up the sky
His drums began to beat more and more
As swift as a cobra he struck
And I was in the way

In January, he gave my father a stern look
To reduce him to a life of penury
By inflicting a sickness to put a scar in his memory
An attempt to take him on a tour to the mortuary
His master plan... a close brush with death

Indeed he's the coach of destruction
He had a perfect formation
Sickness his strikers
Poverty his midfielders
Conflict his defenders and he was the referee

All hope was lost
I let go of all I knew and believed
Allowing the wind blow me to whatever direction it desired
I lost courage... always wearing fake smiles
I lost faith

And then I heard a knock
Couldn't open up because I was too scared
Scared because every visitor the year brought carried sorrow in it's briefcase
I didn't open
I didn't answer

But unlike every other guest, this one was different
He knocked persistently as though I needed Him more than He needed me
Bypassing my body and soul, He cried out to my spirit man
I tried keeping Him out but He kept knocking
He kept seeking to enter

With shaking hands and a hopeless heart, I let Him in
His luggages were inscribed peace, joy, ..., and eternal life
He came alongside His right hand man, His Spirit
Pure and Holy
Indeed it was a meeting with the lamb and the dove

His spirit dwelt with me
He has been my tour guide
By His hands, I was led out of the devil's play ground
Unfortunate for the deceiver, my album didn't sell
A new song writer has a song with my name on it

To whom it may concern:
2019 has come and gone
There might have been storms
Remember, a rainbow will soon appear

In this new year,
Hold on to the Father
Because in Him we live and move and have our being
Happy new year in advance

#TheMouthpiece