Blank Depression Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Blank Depression



Weary cranium upholds my fallen mind
My drench eyes dried up with numberless pain
My head inflame than the orient sun, but-
Calmer and mild than the attic ice;
Standing still abound this spinning earth,
Unique: - - yet a numb'r mid the countless beings,
I am wise to remain in foolishness
And to need no more life other than one
To die and sleep with the rest of my kind
And mount my worn-bones with my kins perchance;

Worry no more about my living days
Neither young to grow nor old to wither
And be trampl'd upon by my fellow men,
Or should I live to see another day?
To breathe the same oxide my nostrils know
Sighting men, roes, hinds and orchard-trees
Living in wholesomeness only to die!

Uprooted out, above the earth's surface;
Not to trod their feet in the mem'ry-lane...
Hmm, life is death and death has become life
For his bunsen flame may exhaust with time
At such time a man tuber down the ground
To germ'nate his frantic soul t' heav'n or hell
To the throne of light or to ridden fire;

From the tent of dust our sculptic flesh came
Hence, and shall vividly return - aback
At last, I may lie so graven for death
With death's balmy hands nigh upon my head
My dim head shall go up, side, down and blank!

Friday, August 1, 2014
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