Dusk’s fateful Morn

What a sad story I have been,

That I have failed at new chapters,

What great mistakes I look on,

That I forget the sky’s silver lining,

 

How my life devoid of true joy,
Has not written a jolly happy poem,
I seem to enjoy the dark cloud’s rain,
That I forget the day of the bright sun,

May have worked hard at despair,
That I forget the beauty of hope,
Oh! That marvelous word which makes distant reality,
Seem like a fast friend,

Which opens the heart’s unknown eye,
To joy never once known,
Which causes me to see and believe,
That day of the bright sun,

That day when all the leaves.
Would dry their tears and blossom,
When the sullen face of mother earth,
Will burn brightly at the gift of light,

When the sleeping humming birds,
Would awake and fly again,
And when the blue sheath of sky,
Would announce a new dawn,

When down in the cave my prayers answered,
I see a light from the tunnel,
When I feel energy through my vitals,
That says to me you can move on,

When I know that out of the stretched blue sky,
A hand would come out to lift me up,
Because I know I’ll see you,
Whom I thought had gone with the days,

Then, will I discover a new word,
To phrase new poems of happiness,
To write new chapters of joy,
To tell a new story of love,

That after long hours of waiting,
And long years of despair,
That joy finally had come,
Though quite too late in the morning,

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Author: Chibuzor F. Ogamba

Chibuzor F. Ogamba is a Nigerian Medical Student, Writer, Poet, Blogger, Public Speaker and Catholic Apologist

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