Desert Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

Desert

Rating: 5.0


My life, ever since then has been really dry.
Situation, where traits of boredom do lie,
To escape from dreadful anguish, as I try,
It is so bad, that I ‘am about to fry.
The bad time has refused to take off and fly.
It’s like a desert, where no one hears your cry.
Why is the dreadful moment happening? Why?
As I ‘am beginning to stare up so high,
Staring up with despair into the vast sky,
Wondering when all this will ever pass by.
Praying earnestly for this despair to die,
Hoping for this to go away, as I sigh.
The unsettling curse that makes my life wry,
Thought strikes, into helpful adventure, I vie.
Happiness and joy now I find I apply.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 04 December 2009

Bad / good times are like ‘push-pull’ system….come and go… Wonderful write… Ten++ Ms. Nivedita UK

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Cindy Kreiner Sera 10 October 2009

A beautiful write, makes me see two halves involved, the blue of the sky and the brown of the desert....and on the horizon the pain of not being heard- wishing for light and life, bad times eventually 'take off'....Cindy.

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Kesav Easwaran 02 July 2009

'The bad time has refused to take off and fly. It’s like a desert, where no one hears your cry. Why is the dreadful moment happening? Why? ... very poetic lines...soaked in deserted feelings...a good soul searching poem Obinna...i liked this piece immensely...thanks...10

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