Silent Cane Poem by Emmanuel Odum

Fragrance scent of heavy mess
blowing through nostrils sects
less i think of smoking dope
though i watch the burning rope

my heart within me glow
as the turbulent wind blow
the turn of many season
with one but many reason

i yell, my pain, in rage
twist my hair, a burning brain
nah chest; a bulging nest

deadly sparks of straining ache
from head to toe i quake
word-ly gush embrace my ear
yes, the flow of liquid flare

No, i dare to cry
my softened soul denie
what wrong the sin i've done?
my strenght within are gone

my face is turning pale
dad's wits of silent cane.