Precious Okidika (27-04-88 / Port harcourt, Nigeria.)
Had it been more,
This quake that shook my soul,
And left me desireless of sleep,
Perhaps my death would be.
A sudden flight
A leap in might
Such powers i had not seen,
with schematics of a movie scene,
Their target was me.
Darkness surrounds me
As i scurry for space, where to run.
In flight from a thousand voices,
The angry voices of the unknown,
In a moment of fury,
They seek vengance for transgressions unknown.
My response, my adrenalin, my flight.
I leaped houses with might,
Ran to no places known
And saw beings and things,
Ghost or men that's unknown.
I came across a number,
So who ran in sudden fright,
Perhaps another dreaming soul,
Some that could sense my fear,
As friends or foes? , that's unknown.
I ran from the unknown
And ran into the dead,
Each man on his grave, making out with friends.
In fear, i plunged into the earth,
My death perhaps in that world,
My awakening in mine.
The darkness had followed me,
I still heard the mob
And my heart beating fast,
Fear, fear. It shakes me.
I quiver like a rain beaten hen.
It shakes me. It shakes me,
Even though it was only,
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