What In The World Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

What in the world
have you done
to my aching heart,
pulsating it with livid fear
that Time will not set it free?
I cannot hold on any longer
to make-believe that the pain
will dissipate when my eyes are closed;
my endurance is slipping away
just like all the dreams
I have lost in the mid-stream of life;
pain has harnessed itself
in the core of my brain
and I can feel it torching its way
in the crevices of my mind;
and now you’ve come
hosting my heart with comfort,
your arms are harnessed
with bunches of roses
to fragrance my soul
and wipe my tears
with colorful petals;
and hope dances
in the palm of your hands
to placate my mind once again,
and egg me to move one step forward
to go where I have never gone before,
because Time is not ready
to set me free.