Hearings Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Amanda Ward, alone with him-
In terrible dark-
Away from world-
The silence won't heed
Your screams won't pierce it-
What's come over?
Amanda, don't roam the dark
Demons wait-
Beware, beware
Footsteps and paces-
Hear him breathe
The devil comes
Sheltered in a boy-
Do hide, do hide-
Behind the curtains-
From the devil approaching
His incarnate-
Reborn to recur your scars
See in his mien,
Beyond his pace, beyond his smile
See in his mien,
Beyond semblance, beyond his warmth
Him-that took your future-
And made you filth-
Yet remain to mock you on
Aye, reborn to hurt you so-
Though made of your flesh
His a fiends heart-
The beast incarnate
He grows!
Hear, he growls-
No, not yawns!
No, not warmth-
His blood boils
But enough, enough!
An end to this-
The perfect vengeance
Wake, Wake!
Art the chisel, the knife
Hide behind the curtains
-In the cover of dark
Let him slowly come,
In his usual way-
Let him slowly find-
In his usual deception
-Calling mother, mother
When he reaches-
Club! Stab!
And be again at peace-
The peace his conception took-
Done- pour the oil upon
Put the flames-
So may reveal his true self-
Perch, as his breathe stains the wall-
Art! See! In his real form-
See, his mask scalded,
The demon, the demon!
Call, call unto all-
Call, a demon is slain
Call unto all-
To art your victory
Midst all- they see yet your son
Beneath -jealousy? O no, not
O wait, they lie, they lie-
He touched them all-
The demons power,
Infected all
His deceptions won-
Their memories taken
His won their hearts
You know the truth-
Remember night-
They forget-
Your robe in pieces
A bruise your arms
The seed planted-
Art the thorns!
Conceived by angst
Formed in hate
Birth in sorrow
Nurtured in distrust
A tender scar
Remembrance an evil-
And though- soaked in dark
A boy, a boy-
A son, a son-
A beast, a demon
Masked with innocence
With miens unknown
The terror hidden,
A lie, a lie-
Heed not for all is right-
The Lord wills this- to let
A lie, a lie-
For they are real, the memories
And a lie, a lie-
A plot- to cast you-
In shackles, into dark
You killed no son-
A demon you slay
And heaven rejoices the victory
Will you come to us-
We immune to trickeries
Away from shackles
Away from dark-
Into heavens high-
Where for demon slain-
A seat by Gods side
Yet midst-their whispers
They imprison you on in life
For the demons touched them all
And do so- to have you made
Made again to be their vessel-
But take not the poisons
Poisons-they call -mending
Nor the fare-that eats heart- they give
But dwell, hoping death lose their grip
So may come and take you home-
Thee, there to the side of God