The Wind's Fury! - Poem by Bolami lawal
The wind called and spells doom
Manacing against hopes and ripping dreams apart
Chasing them into utter ruin; in no direction per se
I stayed still, watching in dispair
As dreams helplessly slip by....
Being impossible to harness.
The wind called and again, it spells doom
In its fury hopes were humbled
Emotions were wrecked beyond repairs;
Beyond every measure of amends....
I am faintly, weary of its wake
It ravages on recklessly;
Exhausting every spur of faith
The wind called and it spells doom,
Against all; you and i,
As we wrestle against its tide
Our zest is impaired,
Though we hinged on,
We were betrayed in our pale faces
The wind struck even harder
Daring us to a fight,
Ridding all positive desires
Reducing treasures to tinsels,
The wind; furious and untamed....
Ours is a grim symphony!
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