Fumes of the Grave

Down the aisle of nowhere
danger strolls in red
belligerent pulsating forest
pregnant with rapacious tendency
and raped morality

Benevolent escapist
trapped in temperamental prison
willful reluctant endorsement
to be in Ephesus
here where the flickering flame at dusk
caressed by wind of unchangeable changes

Body riddled by seven holes
numbered keys
for the opened closed gate
of a night,a night
the Sun ought to rise

Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2009-06-15 at 10:46

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melanie sue
I think this is awesome! It is quite deep in meaning and provokes my thoughts. It begs to be read and reread again! I love it.

A very good poem i like the use of language though hard.