STRANGE HOME (An Original Poetry)
IMAGE SOURCE_@@/ A Strange Home 🏡💀☁
Prodding through like thistles
a shrill from the deepest,
a whimper amidst courage
the sunset smiles, a dagger to the heart
promises forlorn as withering grasses
the air we breathe,
is like sulphur to the soul
broken and shattered is the hope
This air in our nostrils,
a borrowed essence,
till life's landlord is come
like a lightening above,
the wind is lonely and frightening
the spirit a temporary tenant,
weary of the reaper's sickle
soaked in ale like a drinker
Our heart is a strange abode
that harbours stinging thoughts,
cursed by the feelings within,
we're ragged for love,
clothed in ruins,
Still the cobras and pythons,
our nephews and nieces
sharing kisses with venomous creatures
Clothed in hopelessness,
the smiling ones, a replica of deceit
the lips we yearn to kiss,
is like a leap into an abyss
we're ignorant student,
in the face of adversity
cowering in defeat in our lair,
we live in strange homes,
unsure of tomorrow's weather
Written & Edited
By @Josediccus
19/1/2019
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JOSEPH C.IKECHUKWU
The metaphor is an apt one considering how much we undertand of our bodies and our surroundings. Our role in this transient world is uncertain and full of contradictions.
We can't even understand how this body we're leasing works, let alone the mind. Undertsanding others is even more puzzling.
We keep misreading people around us, even those close to us. It's like living a perennial Bird Box challenge. :)
The poem might as well be titled "Uncertainties" :)
In theory religious convictions should provide some sense of purpose and the reasurance that something better is yet to come, but I wonder if after so many promises undelivered even the converts keep intact the sheer enthusiasm for an existence in a different home, one they won't find strange, one they can call their own.
I'm sorry for replying late, thank you for the splendid feedback I actually feel that sometimes human being are are their own victims inside their own comfort zones some other time it could be being at their danger zone and yet they feel it is their comfort zone this misinterpretation is the reason why I wrote this poem thank you for such a wonderful feedback
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Lovely poem friend