Courage Poem by Nkwain Stephen

I hold tight to my dreams
The morning storm wrote my obituary
Yet I subdued the hash sun of noon
I am heavily tormented by painful doom
My crime I elected not
I only elected to reject the hand of circumstances
It is worthy to die an honorable dead
Than offer praises to my tormentor as circumstances command
I stand in the middle of my pains
Calling for dead to come closer
I plead with my maker to take me
But no one seems to be for me
The incorruptible dead left me midway
Refusing to faster or closer
I turn left and right and seeing nothing right
Only flies feasting on my wounds follow me
The maggots on my rotting are my only friends now
But let none dream of my tongue uttering platitudes
I will only die an honorable dead
My freedom might be dear by my salvation is dearer
I have taken the oath of purity
And it shall I defend