The Firelight Poem by Vincent Igwilo

So as to avert nemesis
I had to deal with my genesis
And not be a part of the premises
But find a cure to this throwing duiresis

For I have my right
I must and will put up a fight
Even though my toils make me pant
I will but at last chant

To keep standing on this locus
I needn't all but focus
Faint, I will be tempted to follow
But faith I know is not shallow

Such voices
I remember belongs to the owl
Who speaks of nothing but fowl
Choice I have for such ripples affect me not

Can the sun, burn or
The rain, kill
Air, leaves the house haunted
I dare not say

Yes it may
But unlike the unshaken pursuit of fame
Needs perseverance
And sole concentration.