Purgatory Of Poet Seers Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Into the purgatory of Poet Seers
Wait I
At night
Dream of horror
I see oblivion in a
Yellow gown
Coming to me.
Why this?
Why me?

The pains of a purgatory
Are severe absolutely:
The chains more heavy
The sighs more subdued
Freedom of speech limited
Albeit all this
Heavy and prolonged
Groans arise
‘I am in oblivion
Give me light.
Even dim light,
At least I will ferret some
Way here.

Down my chin
Tears fall rapid:
Yet I view
Oblivion statuesque
Jelly yellow made up
Constantly wriggling
At me laughing.
I bend my head
Resigned
Increased in fear
And the incense of
Anguish
I loosen the strings of consolation
Look vacant to the heavens
Know despair.