BLOODY WARS {An Original Poetry} Day 60

in #poetry6 years ago

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(I)

We heard the mountains speaking of trees
the gossip of the air moaning to the leaves
It's like a tempest quaking the graves and leaving monkeys revving like machines
gibbering with noisy chatters inside my head
like the clashing of broken bones
on hell let lose on our homes

(II)

There is a bloody war
quaking the very existence of my soul
It's like the rain calling the thunders
to a gruesome fight to the death
I can feel the heart of the earth
beating like rhythmic gongs in the forest
like a ship sinking on the surface of the water

(III)

The cooking stew is yet to brew
the sunset skies are yet wake
but I'm frozen rabbit, breathing through hibernation.
I'm an zygote, unborn
like the tiny seed of a giant obeche tree.
there is a bloody war, crippling my sanity
I'm like a leaf, prancing to and fro
accelerated by the speed of the wind

(IV)

The conscience is a battlefield
filled with soldiers like antonyms and synonyms
I'm like a banana🍌 peeled on both sides
a zooming vehicle driven on the opposite direction
enticed by the forces of good and evil
I'm ebbing away like beans eaten by weevil
like a fish unable to swim in water
there's a bloody war, in my bloody mind

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POETIC NOTE

This is a poem that describes the consciousness of the mind, it narrates the travails of a person who is having it very difficult making decisions, he's always timetable between taking the right decision, and he ascribes this to two certain type of voices in his head, one is issuing warning, while the other is asking to thread without looking.

Obviously he is having difficulties choosing the right or wrong one, because he is bereft of ideas, however a stream of consciousness comes into his conscience, and startes showing him the right way, but even at that he's always drawn to different directions as a result of the fact that his heart can not determine what is right or what is wrong

This poem speaks from the first person narrative and uses rhymes minimally in just a few foots, however it's totally free verse in nature

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Written, edited & analysed

By @Josediccus

6/5/2018

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Thank you for reading, visit again for more amazing poems

Xoxo

JOSEPH C.IKECHUKWU

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