The Riddle Of The Sphinx - King Oedipus Poem by Kojo Owusu

The Riddle Of The Sphinx - King Oedipus



The riddle of the sphinx - purveyor
Of the demise of coaxing, swooping, roaring voice.
Words locked in eternal rock shields - unapproachable
The destruction of the sudden throes carefully wrought
The mystic beast plunged in to self - immolation
Embarked again - sightless
The dire journey keep on recurring in my mind
The journey wreathed with epic grandeur
The quest for the vile truth
The dreadful cycle when it manifested brought
Anguish and shook the stronghold.
I was then running from my destiny
The fate ordained by the oracle.
A traveller bent on an interminable path
Fugitive trudging the undergrowth
Of the unknown.
The fates urged me to pass through a labyrinth
I was courageous and scoured the darkened crypt
And eventually encountered the winged creature
Plaguing with clear yet subtle questions
Terminating eager breaths
I plunged into the throes and my harrowing past,
Doubts and uncertainties haunting me
Temporarily dissipated
My loneliness - my wandering heart
And nimble feet came to a halt.
And the place was a perfect reiteration
Of my quandary - my pains.
But their woes absolved mine.
I grappled with the riddle
Of the sphinx that haunted the façade
Of the edifice.
I approached the dread and she disappeared
To her doom.
I was crowned yet my concealed heart
Tormented me fiercely.
Now the whole vile deeds I unknowingly
Fulfilled has being revealed.
Dispossessed and dispropertied.
Overthrown by fate - sightless
Bound on an interminable path
With my children, the shame. the obloquy
The marvelling whispers.
Bound -groping in eternal darkness
The horror of being guilty of murder
Incest. hubris - recounting the elegiac
Experience is experiencing it again.
But I do not begrudge the denizens of above
The gods are not to blame
The sphinx herald of the gods
Her riddle of death is a riddle of live
When pressed on us we are reluctant to respond.
The riddle must eternally remain illusive
Epitome of hope and our very existence.
The pains the anguish the nightmarish horrors
Embedded in it - it must haunt us
The storm must howl in our concience
And it is our fate to gloss over it.
The illusiveness and the confusing nature
Of the question - hard even to understand sustains us
So I kindly recieve my fate. I confront
It not with demented fury but passive acceptance
oF its potency -Those above cannot lie
Our fate doomed to one end.
Though we are allowed to darken ti fangs for while.
Embarked on an interminable path - sightless
I journey to my final dissolution.

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