Far From Over Poem by Nkwain Stephen

I will tell you to fasten your belt
Buckle your shoes and stand firm
The long awaited end is not coming soon
The rescue ship is not even in the creation
Hold firm your breathe
The night is long and the storms are heavy
The nightmare is real and the flames burn fiercely
Your head is still in your own very palms
No hand is authoring your destiny
You must continue to eat from wild Leafs and backs of trees
The music is not changing soon
You must dance as never before
I speak so as I know the DJ
But even as the path gets darker, remember to remain pure
For purity is the lone currency required hereafter


Steven Nkwain