POETRY: My Diary Of Dreams

Please join me as I undress the diary of my dreams

Unhooking the buttons that shield from your rearview.

On page one, my tears filled the half-page

Splashing into the second page

And shattering the third page.

On the fourth Page, are comforting words

Spewing from the mouth of my helpless mother

With her tongue dancing like Micheal Jackson

And dangling unclad with rage.

On the Fifth page,

Are painted portraits of my fears

Soaked in the colour of my wears

A portrait that is a coward

A portrait that suffered defeat

In the mighty hands of my pen

Etched on the Sixth page

Are the scribblings of my

Unpublished works

With the hope that

I will”Blow” like “Chinua Achebe”

Where my books will be multi-lingual

And I can wear the crown of a sage.

On the last page are promises

I wrote to wield swords for the broken souls

With the hope for tomorrow

Piercing out the intestine of failures in cages.
I am on the thresholds of my dreams