John Sensele

Gold Star - 46,153 Points (12.09.1953 / Ndola, Zambia)

When I Groped For Hope - Poem by John Sensele

Consternation marred inspiration
Frustration matched desperation
Clouds shrouded the proud
Confidence inside bowed
I stumbled and mumbled in the rain
Wondering I kept reaping strain
Whichever card I played
My rewards they delayed
It seemed I'd reached a dead end
Unless my tactics I could mend and blend
Praying hard
Prevarication to discard
Vision to revisit
Test of endurance back on the seat
Fallacy to relinquish
Jealousy to extinguish
For my love to grow
More than thrice in a row
Sharpening swathes of hope
Lighting up and brightening the scope
Disrespect swindled
When sanity dwindled
In a twist of fate
They enabled at my gate
Wishing me dead
For good in my bed
But God their wish refused
As their apprehension and consternation fused
Arms rising aloft
My heart grew soft
At the gate of Heaven
Where at the count of seven
The book of life opened
And their last chance they spurned
A taste on the crest of defeat
Biting and smiting their feet
Woke me up
And my victory flowed from the crucifix cup.

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Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 15, 2020



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