The Epilogue Poem by Ndimancho T Nyowikeh

As I lay awake,
In the silent hour of this age,
Where serenity takes the liege,
Dubious of my destination hereafter.

Twitch in the multitude of thoughts,
Veiled by the garment of fantasy,
All being the invention of my marbles.
Quite, quite clear it comes blurry,
As to what Elysium holds hereafter.

Is it luxurious like the Eden Garden?
Or mesmerizing like the Burj Khalifa?
Or white as the Unity palace?
Or hideous like Nyoos Sacred Grove?
Or outlandish like the evil forest?
Whatever the grandiloquence,
The verbiage of my inventiveness,
Upon the epilogue, be made apparent.

Then comes the epilogue,
Disentangling the soul from its flesh.
Leaving the flesh lifeless;
With no signs or breath of life,
Grabbing off all human-like qualities,
Without allotting it a path to voice
What life looks like, hereafter.
Creating only a chamber for more rhetorics.
What a silent Epilogue!


MmNdimancho T. Nyowikeh
Done: 2016 At Lycee Etoug Ebe Yaounde.