Tomorrow

As I lay
Brooding
Looming doom
Blue with gloom
In my upper room

Eyes fixated
On soft hard ceiling
Contemplating, un sealing
Our fate, my fate

My son, Arinze
Strode in
Eyes beaming
Glittering like diamond

Animistic aura
Spirit hallowed
With elemental voice
He prophesied
'Daddy'
'Tomorrow will be fine'
And, and he said
Amen





Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2019-05-14 at 08:29

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