In this messy milieu, I am a dark room
In search
of light rays: an exorcist.
My diva’s
voice is become a fantasia.
Her tunes
are for twisted tongues.
To your
grave! O music, you are a soulful deceiver.
You fill
and heal and kill.
For you,
I am alive in the dream
and dead
when I rise at dawn.
My last
flame fought a lost battle.
When my
candle is done melting in the sun; gather the wax.
Is pain
in the air I breathe?
This
floating vibe that swings back and forth,
My heart
is not a pendulum. Be steady. Be calm.
Let
these torments sleep a deathly sleep.
©
Echezonachukwu Nduka 2015
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