By
Ngozi Olivia Osuoha
POETRY MY VENOM
Bound by the arms of freedom
Struggling for the claws of stardom
Reaching out for the glory of wisdom,
In the midst of tremendous boredom
All i hear about martyrdom
And the tale of christendom;
I scribble my pen in random
Releasing poetry, my venom.
None may be handsome
For those who are gruesome
Within the boundary, lonesome
The giant seems fearsome
His genes are quarrelsome
And his blood, troublesome
That makes it worrisome;
A reason i vomit poetry my venom.
With my extravagant pen
Climbing it like men
With an undiluted ink
I allow those thoughts sink
With my distinct eyes
I see them as brass
Buried in my sacred womb;
I exhume poetry from the tomb.
It rages as my anger
Piercing even a stranger
It radiates my happiness
Portraying my blessedness
It is just like my toy
Playing through my joy,
When it breaks my spirit
I pour it without limit.
Just like the lemon
I take it; poetry my venom
It is the highest tower
I build it with all my power,
Completed above the clay
Just on my dying day,
My passion, my strength
Poetry my venom; my length.
Poetry my companion
My heart, my kingdom
Poetry my champion
My blood, my venom
Poetry my dominion
My beauty, my sermon
Poetry my union
My soulmate, my solomon.
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