Poemhunter Poem by Sunlight ChiMark Ndubuisi

In this veil around me,
Sipping long the travails
Of hunger in my country,
I sort to flow in my poems
Which domiciled in thy table.
I suppose the damn is done,
My poems are gone,130 of them

This poems valued more to life,
Amongst many I would hail high
And groomed, nurtured deepdown my
Poetic gods: inspired by emotions,
Rose like my Saviour, my heart kinned,
And my ink penned them,
To be aid of memory and healing

Walled all round my mind,
Are the pins of iron stinging
Me like scorpion and my heart bleeds;
My bones even before I grow old,
Turned weak and paled, and I ask;
Where are my poems,130 of them?

Is this all I get? .
For once I felt lost.
Won't be known for
The beauty of my ink?
It's yet another roam in the sky,
Starring me to look and cry.
Fumming like foam that is
blown by the wind.
So clear I saw it;
Yet, am living in wonderment.

Poemhunter! . Won't you be one? .
Won't you be one with trust? .
I thought you sprung to take
Me into the spere of the world,
Where my creativity, my skills
And my hard crafted literary piece
Could be heard, known and even reigned;
To put smile on my face,
And my pocket swell? .At least it's
My property.

Yet, I cry and still pride my worth.
My little art thought to be a fluke,
Got a prey and a consumer;
But would this be a promotion or
Poetic robbery, this sinister worths
But a call to querry and doubt,
If so be it in my heart and mind.
I rest my strength and raise the Judge,
Let Him ride on.