Day 10: Hard Impact

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Ill winds blow over the seas,

Moaning as it drives the breakers like a plaintive mother.

The lung of the land is chockfull with seeds.

Still, sterility devastates like a trench mortar.

Like a ruthless feeling disease

Corruption plagues the souls of men.

All we like sheep rid of their fleece

Rush over the cliff and some meet their end.

People is trapped in the game

And they’re barely surviving

The tempting of the pain

And the intruding of vices.

Paradise is unattainable

And the brimstone is highly available.

We’re virtually waist-deep in it

It’s like an open sesame into ill.

Nobody finds peace in the oracle;

We are the mutual subjects of ridicule.

Tears from a baby’s eyes

Speaks a tome about the no-good years.

The land sighs

But the spear point is clear.

Within the bedlam an illusion emerges,

A smile is an adeptly concealed grimace

In the release of repercussive allergies.

How long before we all pine away?

The torture is excessive you can’t stick out under.

Yet, there remains this pervasive emotional trauma

Clogging up the recuperation gear.

This is no easy route we travel

Even though the path we tread was assigned from the navel.

We seem to seek a bleak respite

Awaiting hope with a fearful expectation, in spite.

Our tomorrows is dead and buried

In the same coffin with all our hopes and dreams.

Deep sixed in a yawning abyss.

Darkness hides the horizon,

Deep darkness the coming of dawn.

What is enough?

Could this distress not account for too much?

Life stings with a venom.

Has the resolution being torn out the book?

I feel my soul wrenched by sadness attack

Hankering to be let off the hook.

Anguish stalks in to plunder on contract

Too weakened to fight back

We dread the hard impact.

Akpan