Henry And His Heartfelt Song Of Dispair Poem by Ogu Henry Chijioke8888

Like luminous love, fire flickered in my soul,
Lumps of moonlit memories lumping behind my goals.
Between the future and the past of hand,
pale perplexities was paling beyond the pales of sand.
Taboos against my meeks, but yet my soul withstood.


I am that king that was a slave of his words,
The virgin sky of the dawn would work with the birds.
The guiter of my soul would play different instrumentals of love,
Beyond the wind, I would play the violin songs of my soul.
Spiritual songs, visited my window, like the wind of inspiration.


O I would sing, I would sing the songs of a King,
O I would sing like a slave behind my pain,
Like the sound of a drum heard in the wilderness of pain.
The wilderness of the broken hearts, and tears,
O to you, I would sing the sweet songs of my fears,
I would sing, I would sing the songs of dispairs with tears,
I would light the Lamp of my soul to sing away my fears.